So I've started noticing something recently (and when I say recently, I mean for about a year now). When I begin a book during the day, more often than not, I don't enjoy it and will DNF it; however, when I read a book at night, I rant and rave about how it's the best thing since sliced bread.
Coincidence? I think not.
In fact, I am convinced I suffer from night-goggles--a phenomena I have completely just pulled out of my blogger-iffic ass.
Night-goggles © Book Faery (Tori) A bookish phenomenon in which the time of day affects one's reading enjoyment. The darker it is outside, the more physically/emotionally/mentally appealing a book becomes to the reader.It makes sense, right? The bookish version of beer-goggles. You read a book at night, when there is absolutely NOTHING to distract you, and you think to yourself something like: "holy hell! this author is an evil genius whose brain has spawned the most epic of epic novels out there!"
But heaven forbid you don't finish the book you're reading while it's still dark out. In your anticipation to read what you so painstakingly put down in order to get some sleep the night prior, you forgo all duties the next day and continue to read that epic novel... only to realize the book isn't as epic as you once thought.
Disappointment and/or bookish depression may soon begin plaguing you as you question your reading sanity.
I have a 50/50 chance of either enjoying the book the next day, or absolutely hating it and wondering wtf happened to my brain the night before. I think it's kind of funny that certain times of the day affect my reading experience, and I love it when a book is so awesome that night-goggles does not apply.
Have you ever experienced night-goggles syndrome?