I tried reading "The Girl Who Played With Fire" again last night. Strangely, it reminded me of what I am writing which kind of put me off. It's more polished, the subject matter is completely different and it had a clear underlying theme - it's obviously going somewhere - unlike what I'm writing. It just felt so familiar while the words were running though my brain.
This was the first time I've tried reading any novels since I started writing mine. It will be interesting to try another one and see if the same thing happens. Henry James, maybe - right? I think just like that guy.
I also discovered that I still don't feel up to reading about people in trouble - even if I know they'll deal with it just fine.
Graffitiliving commented that I should try audiobooks. I think that's a great idea. I can stand to listen to the news on NPR slightly better than I can bear reading about people in trouble. Still, even there I find myself plugging in my iPod more quickly than I used to.
Of course what piece of literature isn't about someone in trouble? You've got to have tension somewhere or people will get bored. Maybe I should try a romance. Unrequited love is interesting. You can empathize with the character without fearing they're about to get raped and killed. With a romance the only thing you have to fear is that the love scenes (or the writing style) will make you nauseous.