My sister-in-law gave my husband and me lovely Christmas presents this past year— handmade bookmarks and custom designed book journals for each of us. I’ve kept a running list of books I want to read for years, but this book journal also includes a classification for books read. The blank pages in that section presented a challenge to me at the end of 2012 and I gave myself a goal to read fifty-two books in fifty-two weeks. I’m sure many of you read more than that, but for me, a book a week is doable, without adding undue pressure.
The journal has been acting as a conscience of sort. Two weeks ago, when I counted up the books I’ve read and discovered I was behind in my pace, I hustled off to the library and upped the ante. Fourteen days later, the four books I finished brought me up to thirty-seven books in by week thirty-seven. During that time, everything other than writing time took second place to my quest to get back on target. TV, Facebook, online Scrabble all had a rest. That was worth it right there.
Now, I have fifteen books to read by year end and that doesn’t sound like much. I still have plenty of options on my TBR list, but I’m thinking I’d like to go out with a proverbial bang. Do any of you have an Oh-my-gosh-I-couldn’t-put-it-down-had-to-stay-up-late-to-finish-it book you’d like to recommend to me? What’s your favorite book? And if you have time in the comments, would you mind telling me why?