It's getting close to the end of the year... well, close enough to know that I'm not going to make the goal I had set at the beginning. I had plotted to try to read a book a week, well, an average of a book a week.
At the beginning of the year I was doing pretty well. First three months actually, I had read about 13 books. Then I got busy with work and so the pacing slowed down. Then I was still busy at work and I needed more sleep, so it slowed even further. I was still consuming pages of books, but just not as fast. See, I was zoning out or falling asleep on my commute in and out of the city every day rather than absorbing chapter after chapter. Not the worst thing in the world to happen. But still a little disappointing.
I had also wanted the books to be new books. Titles I hadn't read yet. So that also put a crick in the goal of a book a week. 52 new titles.
I should have known it would be a doubly daunting task. I mean, there are certain books that I just love to read again. And again. And again. If I like a book, I will re-re-re-read it so many times that the binding goes weak. And since I also love to read books that are a part of a series, that means I re-re-read the entire series whenever I want to read just a part of the series. Each time I catch something I don't remember noticing or understanding the last time I read it. Or I simply remember a detail of the plot that I had forgotten. Some of those re-re-reads also got in the way of my goal of a (new) book a week.
So with only about four weeks left in the year, my new book count currently stands at 28. Maybe it'll get to 29 or 30 before the end of the year, but it won't get much closer to the goal of 52 this time.
There's always next year, right... then again, I am already itching to re-re-read a couple of series that I have particularly enjoyed reading before.
At the beginning of the year I was doing pretty well. First three months actually, I had read about 13 books. Then I got busy with work and so the pacing slowed down. Then I was still busy at work and I needed more sleep, so it slowed even further. I was still consuming pages of books, but just not as fast. See, I was zoning out or falling asleep on my commute in and out of the city every day rather than absorbing chapter after chapter. Not the worst thing in the world to happen. But still a little disappointing.
I had also wanted the books to be new books. Titles I hadn't read yet. So that also put a crick in the goal of a book a week. 52 new titles.
I should have known it would be a doubly daunting task. I mean, there are certain books that I just love to read again. And again. And again. If I like a book, I will re-re-re-read it so many times that the binding goes weak. And since I also love to read books that are a part of a series, that means I re-re-read the entire series whenever I want to read just a part of the series. Each time I catch something I don't remember noticing or understanding the last time I read it. Or I simply remember a detail of the plot that I had forgotten. Some of those re-re-reads also got in the way of my goal of a (new) book a week.
So with only about four weeks left in the year, my new book count currently stands at 28. Maybe it'll get to 29 or 30 before the end of the year, but it won't get much closer to the goal of 52 this time.
There's always next year, right... then again, I am already itching to re-re-read a couple of series that I have particularly enjoyed reading before.
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