In a turn of events that surprises no one, I'm not going to make 100 books this year either. I thought I had a real good chance, what with the three classes I took this year that were hardcore reading intensive. And to be fair, if I were counting all the picture books and graphic novels I read this year, I'd have a 100 books easy. But there's no challenge in that. Not saying those books aren't worthy or anything, but it doesn't feel like so much of an accomplishment when you can knock out 25 books in a day.
So why did I fall short this year? Honestly, I think it was that intense reading that did me in. The fact is (and this I know well), that reading that much that fast really burns you out. Not that I'm turned off reading for good, but when reading is what you have to do, it's not something you choose to do when that obligation is over. From February to April, I had read at least 3 books a week for school. Sometimes five. And every Wednesday (except for one), I had to read an entire book just to stay on top of things. After all that reading is over with, sometimes you just want to sit and do nothing.
Am I disappointed? Not really. I'll still make 80 books easily, which totally shatters my personal best of 63. And by personal best, I mean since I started keeping track of my reading in May 2008. And I still cannot fathom how I only read 39 books one year. I mean, that just doesn't sound like me AT ALL.
I'll be doing it all again next year. It'll happen for me, someday. I'll squeeze those 100 books into a single year. Will it be next year? Given that I still have at least one more reading-heavy class to go (Romance Fiction and Its Readers, aka THE BEST CLASS EVER), probably not. But it never hurts to have that goal.
I'll get there. Someday.
And hey, by then, I may even be better at this whole blogging thing.
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