Did you know I am an avid, voracious reader? I am, indeedy do, I am. I normally read between 75 and 100 books a year, and some of f those books could break a toe if you dropped it.
This year, however, I've only read 53 books, and that made me so sad. I haven't been able to concentrate as much but then I thought, wait. I should be happy! This means I've also been out in the car, going places, doing things with Zack (he and I are wicked at poker), and in general getting the house and studio back into shape again. So in hindsight, 53 books is pretty darned good.
And the year isn't over yet,
So this year:
My best year, in retrospect, was 2012, when I read 135 books (39,024 pages). I somehow didn't sleep that year!
So once again, I'm going to make my goal 75 books for 2017, but I'm not going to be upset if I can't make it. I thought I'd be a lot more peeved at myself this year, but you know what? As much as I love books (more than beads, so that tells you a LOT), there's nothing I love more than getting better, making plans, going places with Rick and Zack, and allowing myself to SLEEP instead of read all night when what I really need is to sleep and not learn if King Whofurfluffit is going to kill the raging hoards or not.
That is NOT to say I won't have a few book hangovers, but those -- ah, those are the only kind that are worth it.