2017 reading goals: just read more

I’ve been on Goodreads for a very long time. Since June 2007, says my profile. That’s almost ten years. I’ve always been meticulous about tracking my books using the site, and it’s been very helpful when I’m at a book fair and just couldn’t remember whether or not I already own a book.

I’m pretty sure I always mark a book as read when I’ve finished it and usually I remember to put down the date I finished it as well. Data from the last few years should be very accurate. It’s both a puzzle and a mild source of embarrassment when the statistics for 2016 declare that I only read eleven books the whole year. (One of those ‘books’ was actually a short story. A pretty cool one by Neil Gaiman, but it was still a short story.)

It wasn’t me forgetting to add books or things going awry in the system —  the truth is I just didn’t read much last year. I had problems finding books that interested me, and I had a really big problem of maintaining interest in the books I did actually start.

I’ve joined the 2017 reading challenge — that’s almost automatic after all these years. I don’t think I’ve ever hit my goal; it’s always slightly out of reach. (Or in the case of last year: very, very far away.) I only put down 25 for this year and it seems such a small number, considering how I used to blaze through books when I was younger.

So. This year. I’m going to try to update the reading progress of the books I’m currently reading at least once a day, mostly because I’m curious to see how much reading I actually manage to do in a day. (I’m a bit of a statistics nerd, really.) Hopefully it’ll help me actually finish those books this year!


hello 2017

I think I was a better person when I was reading and writing more. Both habits fell by the wayside in the last few years, and I never could quite pinpoint why. Sure, time was a factor (and will always be a factor), but it’s not like I hadn’t been stealing a few minutes here and there before to read a page or write a para.

This here will be a repository of everything and nothing, and I’m throwing to the wind the idea of keeping things separate. That used to be a problem before: I didn’t post photos of my craft projects because I thought the people who were there for fanfiction  probably wouldn’t appreciate it; I didn’t post long, melancholy posts because it would upset people who were used to my sarcasm and sharp humour. I’m done compartmentalising. Everything will go here: reading list and observations, boring day-to-day minutiae, pointless meandering rants, sewing project reports and Etsy shop ideas, television shows and Spotify playlists, cat photos and memes.

So here’s another attempt at the start of another year. Let’s see where this goes.