Wow! It’s December tomorrow and I haven’t even thought about next year’s reading selections.
I have an uncharacteristic urge to just wing it: selecting one book at a time with no preplanning whatsoever. I knew a woman who was a strong reader but she insisted that she never planned her reading in advance. Of course back in the pre-digital days (and the pre-Amazon days) our reading plan was whatever we found at the library or in the local bookstore.
Continue reading “A Pile of Books Is Called a ???”
Ah, November! Last month ended with four or five novels being read but with no opportunity to finish them on time. Add to that a couple of novels I really wanted to read and never got to them. I know that selecting a reading pool of 25 books for the month guarantees a reading shortfall even if I do read eight of ten books, but most of time I just move the unread titles ahead and don’t think much about it. This last month I ended with a definite feeling of disappointment at my results.
A Celebration of Reading 