In 2015, I read 30 books, meeting my achievable Goodreads Challenge target, having lowered my sights from previous years. Still, as 31 December approached, and as other activities encroached on valuable reading time, I was afraid I wouldn’t meet my target, and as I hate not meeting targets, I resorted to asking my husband for a quick, trashy book recommendation. I attacked it on the afternoon of the 31st, finishing it mid-day January 1st, disappointed that I hadn’t completed the challenge. But then the kindly software at Goodreads pointed out that a particular book I had recorded last year as “read,” hadn’t noted a specific “read-by” date, and so ensured that I had reached my 30 book target!
My husband scoffed at this low number, but when I think of the number of blog posts I read weekly, the number of articles I click on from Facebook or through Brainpickings or other sites I read, I’m sure that’s the equivalent of at least another 10 books (I say rashly, confident that no-one can factually dispute this estimate) I read mostly literary fiction (whatever that means), as the articles and essays I read on-line are all non-fiction, political or philosophical or psychological studies, or biographical pieces about people I admire, and people I don’t. I find that from time to time, my enthusiasm for reading needs a kickstart. This year, I’m going to continue to read the “worthy” books I mostly enjoy, but will try to intersperse them with a bit of fun too, because I’m starting to think that too much serious “worthiness” is what scares me away from reading as much as I would like.