It feels like I’ve been reading for a million years. I was one of those weirdos in school sitting by the fence, nose buried constantly in a book, hardly ever speaking or making direct eye contact with other people. By the time I was in second grade, I was reading at a twelfth grade level, according to those standardized tests they make everyone take so the special children can learn how to be full of themselves early on. The entire point of my saying this is not to wordsturbate all over the place about how I love books and books are my life and SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE ALERT. The point is to admit that for most of my adult life, I’ve spent a lot less time reading actual books and a lot more time reading funny things on the internet.
I’m not going to sit here and wax poetic about the appeal of a physical book or talk about the so-called evil of e-readers. Personally, I’ve become a bit of a tech junkie as of late and as far as I’m concerned, any way folks are consuming books is just fine, so long as the words are still getting devoured and processed and writers are still managing to break even and pay their bills. My mom bought me a tablet for my 27th birthday and I’ve been using the thing to read books like a woman possessed. I’ll still be reading funny things on the internet because they’re amazing and make me laugh, but on top of that I’d like to crack a few spines this year. (HAHAHAHAHAHA BOOK SPINES, GET IT?!)
There are a shitload of things I’d like to accomplish this year. If you’ve been following this blog at all (and why wouldn’t you? Don’t you love me?!) then you already know I’ve been having a bit of a rough go of it when it comes to depression and dealing with all my lovely repressed-and-rearing-their-ugly-heads-now feelings. One of those things on that monumental list is to read more books. So I’ve decided to challenge myself to read AT LEAST twenty books in 2015. And what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t WRITE about what I’m reading?
(A bad one.That kind of writer. Obviously.)
When it came to deciding what to read, I called upon my brilliant and well-read group of friends for suggestions, figuring that with so many different tastes in books, I’d get a nice selection from which to choose. My friends didn’t disappoint (because they’re amazing and wonderful and smart and I love them, they’re SO FINE) and now I find myself staring down a list that might well grow beyond twenty and carry me into 2016. And better yet, I’m genuinely EXCITED about something! Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I let myself feel excited about anything?! It’s great!
My self-imposed rules for the 20 books are simple.
1. It MUST be a book I’ve never read before. Otherwise I’d just read Jitterbug Perfume 20 times and be done with it.
2. I MUST track my progress using Goodreads and hold myself accountable.
3. I MUST post book reviews. (Written or maybe a YouTube video if I’m feeling dashing that day.)
The third rule is a new one. I’m into the fifth book on my list already, so I’ll be starting with that one. Lucky for you, it’s The Shining, which I actually thought I’d read before except I hadn’t and now I’m ashamed to call myself a Stephen King fanatic. Of course, my reviews will be rife with spoilers, so keep that in mind if I end up reviewing something that WASN’T published in 1977. Or that you haven’t read. Whatever.
If you’re interested in challenging yourself to read however many books this year, GREAT! Tell me about it, we’ll keep each other motivated/trade book suggestions. Obviously I’m going to tell you to read Green Grass Running Water and the aforementioned Jitterbug Perfume, because I’m biased and those are my favorites.