Good morning! It is early here and already the kids are up and on their third bag of popcorn. It’s a good thing that I didn’t last long during yesterday’s read-a-thon because I would be really grouchy right now about all of this noise.
I don’t know about everyone else but the read-a-thon was a hit for me. I finished three books: Craig Thompson’s Habibi, Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol, and Love as Strong as Ginger by Lenore Look. All three were really lovely reads. I also started two books yesterday: Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice and The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to finish one of them today.
Yesterday while I was on Goodreads, I realized that I’m 64 books away from hitting my goal of reading 312 books this year. I picked the number 312 because I’ve already surpassed my initial goal of reading 240 books this year. Luckily for me, there’s still a week left in October. I don’t want to give up my goal just yet. I know many bloggers understand the need to have a number goal for yearly reading, but I know there are others who don’t.
Last year I read less than 200 books, which is an all-time low, because I was too busy doing other things like being on Facebook or Twitter. I spent so much time online that I ignored my passion: reading. Having a set number of books that I want to read tells me over and over again to turn off my computer and get to reading. This year I’ve sacrificed watching TV. I still watch movies every now and then but I probably watch no more than an hour a week. I’ve even sacrificed blogging by being absent most of this past summer to read instead.
It’s not an issue of quantity versus quality but an issue of focus. There’s only so many hours in a day and I need to focus on what’s most important to me. As I get older, I’m finding myself reading more for enrichment and competition than for pleasure or entertainment. I have this feeling that I’m behind and the only way for me to catch up is to read more and more widely in various genres. It’s probably because the goals I set when I was younger are still goals that I have yet to accomplish but I want to. I’m finding that feeling to be a great companion because it pushes me to do more.
Have you set any reading goals for this year? Why do you read? Is it for competition, entertainment, pleasure?