A Year of Reading

On January 1st, on the plane back from visiting family for the holidays, I finished my 37th book of the year (I'm willing to give myself credit for that last one in spite of technically finishing it in 2019, largely because I know I didn't start my first book until a few days or so into 2018--so ultimately the "year" is still in tact).  For those interested in the literary content of my year, I have kept track of my reading and dates in a previous post.

This is the first New Year's Resolution I have ever kept in my life.  The confidence boost I got from being in a state of constantly meeting and exceeding my goal provided the impetus for a lot of other small, but meaningful, changes and good habits in my life this year.

In addition to that, I experienced a lot of literature that I just never would have otherwise in the normal stream of my life.  I'd pull out The Poisonwood Bible and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time as pieces that definitely put me into really interesting shoes that I couldn't possibly experience on my own.

I also learned to drop things I just wasn't feeling.  After I slogged through The Fountainhead, that was a jumping off point for forgiving myself for abandoning Catch 22 and A Brief History of Time.

What's next?  I'll probably keep reading at a similar pace, maybe even get into some of the series I sampled this past year, but I'll stop tracking the books.  Maybe.