Not having any real idea of how many books I usually manage in a year, and no idea of the kind of reading time the year before me would bestow, I picked 50 books as my task. A book a week, pretty much. And I kept it up. I did. Gleefully registering each book as it reached ‘the end’.
Keeping track in my beloved Bullet Journal also helped each month at book club, as in the rush and wash of life I always found I had forgotten some gem that I had read that month.
I also particularly loved looking back and spotting patterns and anomalies.
- Autobiographies written by smart, funny, creative women (Mindy Kaling, Shonda Rhimes) made a strong showing this year.
- As did authors I go back to again and again (Lisa Kleypas, Jill Shalvis).
- I discovered authors I’d never tried before then loved them and devoured them (CS Pacat, Harlan Coben).
- And then there were authors (RJ Palacio, Lisa Lutz) who gave me one book which changed the shape of my reading year adding depth and flavour and delight.So did I make it to 50? You bet I did! 54 to be exact. Will I do it this year? You bet I will! It was fun, and helpful, and a buzz to see that tracker ticking over.
But it was the burgeoning realisation that I had such a healthy reading life that really warmed the cockles. As a mum of three with healthy happy young kids and a writing career and a graphics business and the rest, to know that I still found those pockets of time for myself to sink, dive, indulge in the reading of stories for my own pleasure was extremely gratifying.
Starting as I mean to go on, I finished reading my first book of this brand spanking new year at half past midnight on New Years Day and I could not wait to write it down in my 2017 list. I'm thinking 55. One more than last year. Surely that's a worthy goal.So come on, who's with me?