On a recent blog, my friend, cubicle mate and coworker Amy said something brilliant about striving after her yearly reading goal:
“Okay, it’s not really about how many books I read, necessarily, but the odds are in my favor (see what I did there?) to find more favorite books if I read lots in a year. And that’s the kind of math that I can get behind….In pursuit of the next amazing read that I can recommend to everyone I know, I continue.”
This has been a year of epic reading. I don’t know if it’s the cold weather, Taylor’s huge workload for school, or all the new books coming my way now that I work in publishing, but I have been on a reading tear this year. When I was still a student, I found time to read a respectable number of books in my free time. But once I dropped out of seminary, it was like the floodgates of reading opened. I’ve spent this year happily swimming through book after book after book and I will continue to do so until I drown in them. Which, looking at my to-read list, isn’t an impossibility.