I took a needed break from reading over the last week and bit. In between trying to finish Their Eyes Were Watching God, rereading Lose Your Mother, and keeping up with texts about anime and manga for another class, I was starting to lose track of what I was reading, and even worse, how I was feeling about all of these pieces. I suppose this is mainly because the last week has been one of not feeling and not wanting to feel. And usually in those moments, books fill that void and help me feel something. This time, they were actually starting to make that pain worse. So I stopped. And I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I don't really have a commentary on my pause. I do wonder, though, how many times in the past I pushed through a book and never stopped to care how it was affecting me. Reading without pause until the book was done and not thinking about how I felt or should be feeling. I don't really know if it's ever even crossed my mind before now. So I ...