My 13 year old self would laugh at the wreck I’ve become.
Back in the good old days when I didn’t have things like responsibilities, I would turn around books faster than a dog wolfing down a hamburger dropped on the floor. I had a sizeable book shelf filled from top to bottom with books of varying reading levels (I was one of those annoying kids in the 7th grade reading books that were more at the 12th grade reading level. Which made it especially amusing when Mom would tear out the love and boy advice section in my Seventeen magazine. Thanks for trying to protect my innocence Mom, but Seventeen’s advice for kissing boys had nothing on the books I was getting into.)
But now, I’m only 16 books into my 100 book 2018 Goodreads Challenge. And it’s May.
That puts me about 19 books behind schedule. Man, I’ve never been 19 anything behind schedule in my life.
It’s not like I’ve been a complete book slacker. It’s just that between the 8 hours I spend at work every day, the training for a 5K and adulting in general, I haven’t been able to dedicate as much time as I would like to reading. Which just happens to me one of my favorite things in this world, after mint chip ice cream, writing and my obese cat Mooney.
Another sign, or symptom rather, of my failure is the fact that I have TWO library notices in my Inbox. One is a book on hold I’ve yet to pick up and the other is a note that my library books at home are due tomorrow.
Anyway, I still hold out hope that my Goodreads challenge will recover. I may not make it all the way to 100, but there’s no way I’ll ever stop reading. When you find something you love, you just gotta make time for it.