Reading Tacitus again; not quite into it, but maybe that’s what I need right now

I’d started reading his Annales awhile back and then stopped because I wasn’t really into it. Too many accounts of various consults getting into various scraps with various Germanic tribes. Now I find myself picking it back up. I’m still not particularly into it, but there’s something soothing about it. It’s hard to read fiction when you’re only half-engaged in it, but much easier to read nonfiction that isn’t gripping you.