Oh, look… June! And there was something I was forgetting… ah, right: those thirty posts I write every year in June. That again. For the fifth year in a row I’m back to a month of daily blogging: each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be about something that I’ve:
Read… More Novels
It would hardly come as a surprise to anyone reading this blog on anything resembling a regular basis that I’ve been happily distracted by heaps of novels for the last few months. Back in late December, feeling the crush of intellectual vacancy that comes with a mix of middle age, middle management and middling success on a million average efforts, I thought I would take the time to read more.
Fewer video games.
More time with my nose in a book.
It seemed mostly mundane to challenge myself to read just twenty-five novels in 2015, but the middle of the year approaches and the middle of my goal is in sight, so… I guess I was spot on with my prediction of effort.
In that time I’ve off’d some books from my long term reading list, striking out a few titles I’ve always meant to read but had never bothered. I’ve cleaned a few of the un-reads from my literal bookshelf. I’ve indulged in a few new releases that I otherwise would have eagerly anticipated arriving in the discount bin later this fall. And I’ve discovered some amazing classics by sheer act of what-do-I-read-next desperation.
Reading about what someone else is reading, tho… I get it. Dull. Mundane. Whatever. I don’t expect my audience to be jumping over your keyboard to read the next installment of “that random book I read last night” blog post. I’ve been reading, and like so many things lately, writing about it keeps me on track and honest to my goal.
And if someone happens to be inspired to read something because I recommended it… well, that’s great too.