Anyway, It's the end of 2010. And if I have a regret it's this... I didn't read enough. This picture:
This is the pile of books I gained this year. Some were bought, some were gifts, some were liberated from the back room early reader's copy pile from my Dad's store. My point is, I only read four of them. There is a fifth book I read this year that I can't seem to find...... (Terry Pratchett's Going Postal)... that should be in the pile, and a sixth (CD Payne's Youth in Revolt) that I borrowed from a friend and, of course, returned before moving to Iowa.
I'm embarrassed. Ashamed, even. I only read six books this year? That can't be right. Only six?! Ugh. I guess it's true. Please don't tell my bibliophile parents.
I'm not one for New Year's resolutions, but I do have one for 2011: read more! I like reading. Odds are if you're reading this, you know me well enough to know that I like reading.
So here's to next year. And reading the 14 books I'll be carrying over from last year.
