I've had a very good reading year. I did goof around and waste a lot of time that could have been spent reading, but I should have 74 books completed by New Year's Eve, and that's a respectable amount. I can remember being at a Christmas party a year or two after my daughter was born, complaining to my husband's cousin's ex-boyfriend that I'd managed to read only 20 books that year, and how shocked he was that anyone would think that 20 books wasn't a tremendous number of books to have been gotten through. There are people in this world who brag about not having read a book since 1973; this post is not for them.
Here's how the year breaks down statistically:
Works of poetry: 3
Short stories: 32 stories total, one story collection pending (Deborah Eisenberg's Twilight of the Superheroes should be finished by Sunday at the latest)
Picture book for adults: 1
Books bought and read: 24
Books bought and stockpiled: 75+
Library books: 31
Books "just published" in the last year or so: 33
Works I consider classics: 23
Books written prior to the 20th century: 11
Books started that remain unfinished (not counting those currently in progress): 4
Books written by women: 28
5 out of 21 books from my priority list completed; three others started
I should have my list of favorites and biggest disappointments posted in a day or so.
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