I love reading. Maybe it’s because, no matter how exhausting her work day, my mom used to read to me every night before bed. (Thanks, Mom!) Sure, she’d skip a few pages here and there to make bedtime come faster, but she lit the spark. I was hooked.
I love the silent transaction between author and reader that whisks us away to new worlds. With books, I’ve lived a thousand lives and fallen in love with countless heroes (and villains). I’ve marched into battle with the fire of righteous anger. I’ve burst into laughter and wept reluctant goodbyes. Reading is possibly the closest thing we have to magic.
Last year, by pure coincidence, I read 23 books — one for each year I’ve been alive. There will likely be a tipping point where the number of books I can read in a year won’t be able to keep up with my age, but I’m not there yet!
So here’s my (Pinterest inspired) goal: 24 books to finish by the end of 2015.
Updates: April 17, 2015 — I’m starting to realize I’m reading more books than my original goal of 24. (Hooray!) I’ll put “NC” for “no category” and make up my own category for those extra books.
October 26, 2015 — Mission accomplished. And I couldn’t have asked for a better finale book than the always hilarious Mindy Kaling.