Another year, another witty gimmick gone half-made. Last year apparently I promised to read 30 books and then proceeded to immediately forget that and, for the rest of the year, assume that I must have promised to read 19. So 19 books were read.
This year is another one in which general fatigue and weariness have continued to slowly chip away at my bibliove. There was some consideration given to reading 20 books written in the 1920s, but that was immediately abandoned for reasons I really don’t think need explicit explaining.
A Tale as old as Casstastrophe is the one in which my book buying addiction always and forever outpaces by book reading. Part One of the issue is that I love to visit independent bookstores whenever I’m travelling and I happen to have made a personal vow to myself never to enter into an independent bookstore and come away empty handed. Support the brick and mortar, am I right!? Part Two of the issue is what I call The Blackouts. Some days I wake up with a visceral need to read something new. Nothing in the monstrously large To Be Read piles will cut it, and next thing I know I’m coming to back at home with a few (or a many) new buddies to add to the stacks.
In 2020 it’s time to get serious about said stacks. No more give but so seldom take. This year I’ll commit to reducing the current state of these piles by at least 20 books. I will not commit to not adding any more to them.
Hey, the first step is admitting that I am powerless.
- ‘Persuasion’ by Jane Austen [252 pgs]
- ‘The Clockwork Dynasty’ by Daniel H. Wilson [309 pgs]
- ‘Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA’ by Amaryllis Fox [224 pgs]
- ‘What Should Be Wild’ by Julia Fine [351 pgs]
- ‘The Call’ by Peadar O’Guilin [307 pgs]
Total Page Count: 1,443 pgs
Boldly go where the bolded books bid you.
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