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Blame it on the better weather and its privileging of being out over staying in, but I\u2019ve been having a hard time getting into any streaming entertainment these days. I\u2019ve started dozens of shows and abandoned them after an episode or two, never to return. Are recent shows just poor matches for my taste? Has TV become boringly mid<\/a>, as my colleague James Poniewozik described? Or perhaps it\u2019s more serious: Have I finally and irretrievably reached the outer limits of my own attention span?<\/p>\n

It\u2019s no great tragedy, not having something to watch \u2014 go for a hike! watch a sunset, why don\u2019t you! \u2014 but being deeply engaged with a show is one of the chief comforts of the enthusiastic cultural consumer. When the algorithm fails and the queue dries up, the world becomes a cold and unwelcoming place. When my eyes snapped open at 3 a.m. recently, I reached, as always, for the iPad, for something to watch, something amply distracting to induce a sleep that would stick. For an hour, I stared at the grid of shows on the Netflix app, and the grid stared back, each option equally unappealing.<\/p>\n

So I was relieved to find that our critic Mike Hale this week issued his list of 30 shows to watch this summer<\/a>. I won\u2019t lie and say I\u2019m certain that something on the list will reconnect me to the streaming tides, but I\u2019m hopeful. There are a bunch of suspenseful shows in particular that seem designed to grab my anemic attention and hold on tight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n