That's what I'm going to try to figure out and explain to myself as I write this post.

First I should distinguish what I mean by the alarming question of a title. Well, as you know if you've been following my updates, I'm a fantasy, fiction, mystical creature and alternative reality loving gal from head to toe, inside out. I love putting myself to sleep with fantastic beasts and lands far, far away. I take anything mysterious, supernatural and mythical as a serenade of the imagination. Just take a look at my "read" books on my Goodreads. But for the past month or so, my "to read" list has been attracting non-fiction, self-development, inspirational and more mundane opuses. See what I mean by alarming?

Am I in some sort of a youth age crisis considering I'm turning twenty come summer? Or have  I lost my love for magic and storylines? Sure I've alway enjoyed a historical fiction every once in a while or perhaps flipped through a literary classic feeling obliged to do so. But never has the ratio been 3 to 1 like it is with this years finished novels.

Spring is that you?

I still feel drawn to fictive stories and will never abandon my Ravenclaw colors or stop referencing every fantasy classic ever written. I think it might just be the light outside and spring time nearing day by day that has awaken this side of me. I definitely see myself turning the pages of a light romance book on a bench in the park or hitting up some QT with another classic or history infused read. In another sun circling revolution's time I will probably be comfortably back with my hot tea submerged in who knows what universe marvelling at all kinds of creations of the mind. But before that, I feel more up for quick, uplifting books to gulp down.

Have you noticed a shift in your preferences corresponding with the seasons? Or have you grown out of old reading habits and fallen into new ones? Let me know, I'd love some peer support. :D

So long, 'til the days warm up,

Anna