Goodreads* is nagging me.
I set a rather ambitious goal for the amount of books I’d read in 2013, because last year I didn’t read that many books, and I felt bad, like my brain was a pot plant I’d left on the windowsill to wilt in the sun for lack of water.
My goal is forty books—and okay, that may not be ambitious to a lot of people, but for me that’s a lot more reading than I have time for. One book every week and a bit. Goodreads tells me I’m two books behind. I’m about halfway through two different novels that I’m quite enjoying: Keir by Pippa Jay and Quite Contrary by Richard Roberts. If I spent all of today and tomorrow reading both of them then I’d catch up, but I also want to get some writing done.
Not to mention the fact I’ve got a little boy to keep entertained and housework to do. Sigh. (I know: wah, right?)
I’ve considered getting some audiobooks so at least I can “read” in the car on the commute to and from work. That’s one thing I miss about not being able to use public transport anymore—I loved my reading time on the bus to uni and back. The only thing is that I’ve got a TBR pile that’s about fifty books deep. These are almost all paperbacks I’ve already paid for, and I hate the idea of having to buy the book again to listen to it.
Bring on the day when I can hand my smart phone a novel and it will read it for me. Maybe in David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor accent.
How many books do you read in a year? Do you struggle to read as much as you’d like?
* No, I don’t have a Goodreads account linked to this profile. That’s because it’s on my personal account; I haven’t set up an author account yet. I will, when I get around to it. One day. Hey, I have lots of other social media!