The end of the year usually brings a
round-up of the old and a desire to start everything anew. That same
feeling must be what pushes everyone into making New Year
resolutions. I've never been one for resolutions – they always seem
too idealistic and unrealistic. At the start of the year I decided to
do something just as stupid; commit myself to a Goodreads book
challenge. At the time, it didn't seem all that crazy. I'd done it
the previous year and had been happy with the results. I set the
number at 55 – and the goal seemed simple. Read 55 books in a year,
complete the challenge, go home happy. Most of us read often enough,
but by setting a goal it feels like running a race or completing a
marathon – with much less physical exertion involved.
This year I went a little crazy and set
my challenge at 365 books. It's been a little stressful. I mustn't
have been thinking straight when I made it, because reading a book a
day is insane, even for an enthusiastic reader. I'm a really fast
reader and have been that way forever. I guess it's a bit of a skill,
but it's also frustrating when I'm reading a great book and am dying
to stretch it out and enjoy it forever. A book a day isn't
impossible, but it's pretty intimidating. Reading has always been an
escape for me, but now it's a bit of an obligation. I'm probably
making this all sound a lot more dramatic than it really is. Sure,
it's a little stressful, always thinking that I'm 1 or 4 or even 7
books behind schedule, but it's also fun because I am extremely
competitive (even in this competition against... myself).

Loved reading your blog tonight Sam :-)
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