Our Intrepid Heroine

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown has sapped my reading mojo. I finished it on Monday, and I've been floundering around ever since, trying to get invested in other books. This, so far, hasn't happened.

It was really good, and it broke my brain for some reason, and now I want to read something just as good. Nothing so far has been forthcoming.

I blame the YA section, mostly. I read several addictive YA books in a row (These Broken Stars, Pegasus, The Demon's Lexicon, The Demon's Covenant -- I'm looking at you, Sarah Rees Brennan), and this is the book that did it.

I'm either going to have to do a complete genre switch or prowl the shelves at my local library, wailing that no book will ever complete my soul or some such nonsense. Then I'll be aware that I'm being melodramatic for no good reason.