I have been so lost in reading, my time spent here has been minimal…blame my competitiveness – not with anyone else, just myself. The first year I did the Goodreads Reading Challenge, I rashly set myself up to read 50 books. I failed. Even as an avid reader, meeting that goal was difficult – especially given the length of some of the books I conspire to finish. In 2015, I didn’t meet the goal either – I finished 19 of the 35 I had challenged myself to read.
But this is the year!
Currently, I’m two books ahead of schedule. With a (still respectable I think) goal of 25 books, I thought it was worth a post. Some were chosen from favorite authors, others from my project of reading my way through the Pulitzer Prize fiction winners. A few, and admittedly the most disappointing were moments of wanting to read what everyone else was (i.e. The Girls).
I found B.A. Shapiro, author of The Muralist and The Art Forger. I finished my coffee table book, Fragments (an amazing journey of Marilyn Monroe’s own scribbles and thoughts). There were down sides though – a Pulitzer Prize winner I couldn’t fathom, a classic how to approach writing book by a legend that didn’t impress.