I don’t know if anyone can tell, but I am awful at creating habits. I stink at sticking to challenges unless someone else is helping hold me to them. The fact that I’ve been posting monthly is a huge deal. I let myself fall into my moods. If I don’t feel like reading, I don’t try to force myself – even though I know that I will feel better afterwards. I am only at 33 and 3 halves out of my 200 goal for the year. And we are in month 6.
We are shifting the challenge, and upping the ante. I think that’s the right term for it. I give full permission to everyone reading this to hassle me about my reading starting now, ending December 31st, 2017. You can email me asking how it’s going, comment on posts, comment on Facebook, instagram – however you prefer contact, I give full permission to remind me to GO READ. I don’t think I’ll regret saying that. But I also don’t really think it will help. My new goal is to see how many books I can read overall. It probably won’t be 200 books, but it will be more than 33. I will try for 200 next year.
I went out to coffee with a friend on Saturday, and being the bookstore whores we are, we went to a bookstore. I wasn’t planning on buying any, we all know I have plenty of unread beauties at home, but while she was in the bathroom I picked up a book “just to look.” This book is oddly heavy. It’s just a little paperback, but easily one of the heaviest paperbacks I’ve ever held. And everyone I have made held the book agrees. The back summary made me a little nervous, because YA fiction can read like amature fanfiction, and the first paragraph was going on and on about the main character’s clothing. But the rest of the premise sounded interesting and it was the first book I had any interest in reading in a while, so I bought it.
Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone has become the shining light that I have been missing. The story focuses on a teen girl named Samantha. She’s got OCD, and typical teen issues like crushes on a boy she bullied years back and forgot about, and abusive popular friends. But the main draw I have to this book, is Sam’s creative spirit. She accidentally finds a secret poet club and slowly allows herself to be herself and to share her insights and writing, and the whole thing just feels really good. Holding the book is satisfying, reading it is satisfying. Stone uses 3 throughout the book and she is consistent and it doesn’t read cheesily. I’ve been working on it for about 3 days now, and I am hoping to finish it tonight (Monday). We’ll see.