I’ve done a pathetic amount of reading this year. 19 books so far and I usually average between 45 and 50 a year. It seems like my goal of reading 36 books this year — a modest reduction in number — may prove elusive.
What can I do? Life has been busy and right now there are more important things than books. I want to read, though. I want nothing more than an entire day of coffee and reading and solitude. A girl can dream, right?
I’m trying to squeeze in reading here and there, but I’m running into a problem. If I slow down enough to read then I find myself falling asleep. My books are exciting, but my body is tired (thank you Persy and your adorable new little teeth).
I keep making stacks of books each month because, silly me, I cannot just pick one book at a time. I like a lovely stack and I like to work my way through the lovely stack. Since my monthly numbers are shameful, I figure it would be best to have a longer chunk of time. Hence, seasonal goals. Autumn is “officially” September 22nd – December 20th this year. Let’s throw caution to the wind and amass a lovely, large heft of books to read for the fall. I’ve limited myself to 10 books to knock out this Autumn:
The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins
The Victorian Chaise-longue by Maghanita Laski
The Asylum by John Harwood
The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
East Lynne by Mrs. Henry Ward
Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood
Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood
MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood
The Meaning of Night by Michael Cox
The Glass of Time by Michael Cox
I’m hopeful this a manageable goal and when winter begins on December 21st there will be a lovely new reading event that I cannot announce quite yet. It will be good I promise you that.
Cheers to Autumn reads!