So, yeah, those are only some of the books I bought but didn’t read this year. Some of which weren’t for want of trying, like Nicola Griffith’s Hild and Jo Walton’s My Real Children, both of which I bought early in the year, started several times, but never finished. Some of them, like Ken Macleod’s Descent, I wanted to read but never got around to. In either case, I can’t help but feel dumb for having bought the hardcover but not having read them before the paperback came out…
I’m not going to do something stupid like promise to read everything I bought last year, this year, because I know how that turns out. It would make reading into a chore and I’d start resenting the books. But I do want to create some guidelines for myself, as last year I read too little non-fiction and perhaps a little bit too much science fiction and fantasy.
So what I intend to to do this year is indeed read more non-fiction, as well as more non-SFF fiction, as well as more books in general because I want to get my reading back in the three figures. That really shouldn’t be that difficult.
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