Reading

I do read, albeit in sudden bursts, jumping from work to work without much rhyme, and rarely finishing what I’ve started. Yet I admit there’s a special pleasure to finishing a book — it gives you the chance to reconsider all you read in relation to all that came before and all that came after. I cannot regret my reading habits. Reading widely and wildly has greatly enlarged my literary mental map. It’s allowed me to ferret out books and authors that I never would’ve uncovered otherwise. That said, a fully-read work lingers in a way that fragments of it don’t, and it’s been too long since I’ve had that experience.

I’d like to grow into a less fickle reader, thus why I’m committing to finishing one book a month. This page’s purpose is to keep myself accountable. I’m not promising a radical transformation. I know I’ll stick to many of my longstanding habits, for better or worse, but I will strive to make it through a few more books. So here’s where I’ll keep track of all my reading — both the scattered and the vowed.