Just back from holiday where I managed not to finish 1 book. Last year I read the Ferrante books - all 4 of them, and holiday reading normally involves 3-5 paperbacks. I was a bookworm child, and have a BA in English Literature. But I am just sick of fiction. I've stopped believing in the made-up people. I hate the feeling of manipulation. And strongly plot-driven narratives leave me feeling ultimately dissatisfied. But I don't want to plunder my husband's non-fiction/biographies either. I'm having a serious falling-out with literature. Any fellow sufferers, or remedies to bring me back to books?