There’s just a few weeks left of 2015 before the records are finalized. Total number of books read. Page count (and the on going argument as to whose logic is right…obviously mine.) Tallies for final point counts and Best Of lists.
A few months ago, I was on a clear trajectory for 100 books. I’m thrilled to say I missed it. Unless I read 20+ books in the last weeks, there is no way I’m going to hit 100 books. And I’m really proud of that. This has been an eventful year for both Bethany and I, starting opposing aspects of our lives. Reading is always going to be a part of it, but falling short of 100 books means that I had life outside of books to live.
And that’s an awesome way to start 2016.