So hey, I’ve read 60 books this year. And, unbelievably, this post means I’m up to date with reviews!
I’m more impressed with the second bit than the first: reading is something I do because I love doing it. While the number-goes-up part of it is pleasing in a way (hurr) I have stopped trying to meet random reading targets because it was making me focus on the wrong thing: quantity over enjoyment. But keeping up with reviews? That’s something.
Anyway, books!
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