I was a nine-month-old when I started talking. I was two-and-a-half years old when I started reading. I’ve never stopped either, thank you very much.
I decided to set myself a target for number of books I’d read this year, after reading this post on my friend’s blog.
As you can see, I’ve decided to read 100 books this year. If you think this is too much (roughly works out to two books a week), then let me say when I was unemployed (read: before April 3, 2011), I’d read about 3-4 books a week. I’m voracious in this matter, left completely unsatiated when I finish a book…I need more. And more. And some more.
This may explain why I believe I own over a 1,000 books – I last counted them at 800-ish and that was five years back.
I’ve also discovered a like-minded bookworm at my place of work, who has just lent me a steampunk-influenced novel. This means I’ve more options to explore by way of finding books to devour.
I’m currently on track with my reading challenge…17 books down, 83 to go. I also read more than one book at a time – one on my desk where my laptop is, one on the dining table/living room area, one in the bathroom (ohhh yeaaaah) and one for bed (normally this is a free read on my phone’s Kindle to help me fall off to sleep).
Release the reading Kraken, I say.*
*only attendees of that fateful TwitBookClub session will get this
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