Time is quickly slipping away, isn't it. I wonder if I will be able to meet my Good Reads goal this year. I have nine books left to make the goal I set, but if I can manage 13, I will reach the goal I have in the back of my mind. Perhaps wishful thinking? I applaud my friends who have not only made their goals but in several cases have even surpassed them (Bravo, I say to you all!). Of course it is not a good idea to compare myself--it has once again been a wonky year with a lot of stress, so to manage even what I have is a success.
But meeting my goal is there, but more I would like to try and clear off my reading pile that is seriously weighing down (okay not literally) my nightstand. I am working on completing at this point. If I begin any new books, I set my sights on carrying those over to the new year, save a few potential graphic novels that might easily be squeezed in this year yet.
The 'clean up pile' (to reach my goal) in no particular order:
- The Wonder Spot, Melissa Banks
- Dying Fall, Elly Griffiths
- The Outrun, Amy Liptrot
- Bobby March Will Live Forever, Alan Parks
- Death in the Andamans, M.M. Kaye
- Zorrie, Laird Hunt
- Malice, Keigo Higashino
- Shattered Silk, Barbara Michaels
- Knots and Crosses, Ian Rankin
- The Electricity of Every Living Thing, Katherine May
- The Cut, Chris Brookmyre
- After the War is Over, Jennifer Robson
- Graphic Novel?
Whew. Yes, this has been a year of lots of mystery and crime novels and far too many starts without finishing a book first. Must work on that.
And you? How are you all doing friends. Are you at a leisurely point in the year where you are just reading and relaxing? Trying to finish to meet a goal? Not worried at all and just cruising along (a good idea) without setting expectations on yourself. Why count, really? I ask myself that every year, but it never quite stops me from doing it over and over again. Goals are really just suggestions, right?