Isn't it typical?

So, as much as I loved reading my Halloween Bingo books, for the last two weeks I've been longing to grab books that were not fitting any of the squares. 

Something... I don't know, but I ended up looking at Woolf and Lawrence or Ford or more Manning.


And now that I am free to pick any book at random, I find myself standing in front of my shelves (physical and electronic) and none of the buggers seems to call out to me as my next read.