I love books. I mean, I really, really love them. Like love them so much I’d marry them. Or at least many of the characters between their hallowed covers. My first love was Sydney Carton. Which probably says a lot about me as a romantic partner.
Reading was my primary addiction. At age four, I taught myself to read. Soon thereafter I could be found reading in the usual places – under the bed, in the closet, on top of the ping pong table and under the covers deep into the night. There were times when I would fake being sick to stay home alone and finish my book. Aside: what kind of utopia were we living in that leaving your ten year old kid home alone in the valley while you go to work and school in Malibu for nine hours without even a phone to check in on? My son can’t even stand to be upstairs in his room without having the door open. Times, achanged they have.
In 2014, I read 152 books. I crushed my initial goal of 75 and upped it to 100. I left it there because who really cares about it but me anyway, right? And also because I put books on there that I read to my son and graphic novels that I read on my own but are quick, short reads. Balance, people. It’s a goal. But let’s be real.
I am a bit obsessed with Goodreads. That and my local library site because I’m always waiting for the next good book to delivered into my greedy little Kindle. Right now I’m waiting for Station Eleven, Lock In, Me Before You, the Bone Clocks, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Requiem. You can only check out 6 ebooks at a time and have 6 others on your wait list. I have been waiting eons for the third damn Delirium book which kills me because I didn’t even really like the first two but feel like I have to finish the series. And it’s taking up one of my precious spots. Ugh-tacular.
This year, I have a goal of 100 full length books. I’ll still read graphic novels and books with Rilo, but those will be icing on the cake. The reason they’re icing is because reading, like icing, is my favorite part. I love seeing the books go up in nice, neat rows and seeing that little bar saying, you’re one book ahead of schedule! Because I love structure and respond well to it. It’s why I do so well with Weight Watchers when I’m on it. And when I’m off of it, take cover Arizona! (I will marry, blow or kill the person that can name the movie attached to that exclamation. Dealer’s choice.) The goal part is not really that important to me. It’s more the collecting, the documenting, the excitement to share when you find a truly good book. I make my own goal and I can change it anytime I want. And it’s a goal, not a contract. #FREEBIRD #YOLO
The reason for all this stuff and nonsense, other than just to be all ERMAGERD, BERKSH!, is to get you to sign up and make a goal for the year or even just for a day. Tomorrow is the first national readathon day. You can pledge to read a specific book on Goodreads that day between the hours of 12-4pm in your own time zone. I can’t pledge all of that time as we have a VIP bday party for an adorable and hilarious Ms. Sassafras smack dab in the middle, but I can promise to read four hours within that day. Bubs and I both took the challenge. I’ll be reading Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood(unless Station Eleven comes in) and I’ll be reading Mrs. Piggle Wiggle to Rilo.
So, are you in? Doesn’t the idea of curling up with a book while all across the land peeps be curled up feeding their heads yummy, delicious books too feel super cozy and like we’re all in it together? This is my kind of movement. One that doesn’t require much movement. Get on board, it’s going to be a smooth, lovely ride.
Feed yer head. Read more books, y’all.