The Four Profound Weaves

September 2020 wrap-up

Another month is over, and I have mixed feelings about the books I read this time. I finished 12 things and abandoned another one, but even though I read some good stuff, I don’t think I found any new favourites this month. Sadly. I also mostly stuck to short fiction because I’m just finding it easier to focus if the stories are not stretched over 500+ pages, but with mixed results.

When short is too short

In this last period I’m finding it hard to focus on reading and writing, and so I’ve been picking up more short fiction than usual. I usually end up really liking it – do we want to talk about the satisfaction of finishing something in one sitting? – but sadly I found both of these reads very underwhelming. I mean, the ideas were there, the settings were interestings, but the stories themselves just fell flat. So this is a double-review post, in which I’ll try to explain the reason why I felt this way.