Another year older and another year of reading. I set myself the entirely insane goal of 120 books this year–10 a month–almost one every three days. And for most of the year, I was actually hitting that goal. And then October hit, with a pile of birthdays. And November, with NaNoWriMo (still going strong at just over 120k words; I should be done in the next day or two). And then the holidays. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Not really an excuse. More of an explination.
Alltogether, I read 113 books this year. One of those I finished today…
I don’t think I’ll do that again next year. Perhaps we’ll go for 100 again and try to hold to ten books a year up through October. That seems much more manageable now…