I’ve been having a slow reading spell. I wouldn’t call it a slump, as I’ve been reading, but not actually finishing much of anything. According to goodreads, I’m even behind my goal of reading 100 books this year:
This is after starting off the year at a pretty fast pace. I read twelve books in January! In all of February and so far in March I’ve read seven.
Actually, now that I’ve said that, it doesn’t sound that bad. That’s still about a book a week for February and March. Yes, it’s behind the nearly two books per week pace I need to average to make my annual goal, but still, overall not too shabby.
Such is my anxiety when I start to focus on numbers. I cannot read twelve books every month. I don’t want to read twelve books every month. Okay, I’m going to breathe deeply and recall my “live thoughtfully” mantra from earlier this year. I’ve been enjoying the books I’m working on, and have been enjoying being back in New York. Those are good things. I’m going to my favorite bookstore on Monday, armed with a list of books to buy.
Speaking of lists, I’ve been busy making them. I joined the Classics Club, along with about a trillion other bloggers. (Okay, not a trillion. I think there are about 70 of us, but more are always welcome!) I also posted a list of my ten favorite classics and a bunch of quintessential New York City books.
How have your bookish endeavors been lately?