Remember when I started this blog? I doubt you do.
I was over on Blogger trying to turn my penchant for writing reviews into a full-time job while also attempting to cope with the real world, having graduated from university not too long before.
Regardless of how confusing things could be at times, how up and down my working life, my love life, and my mental health could be, there was one consistent thing that carried on for a few years: Reading.
I’ve always been a voracious reader ever since before I could write. My parents tell me that even at the age of 3, I’d come home from nursery and drag my great big basket of books to the nearest grown-up, wanting to sit for a a few hours, hearing every single story.
In 2009 I did something pretty spectacular (for me) – I read 50 books.
While that doesn’t seem like a lot to some, for me it was a fun challenge I set myself that I genuinely didn’t think I’d actually achieve. (Especially as I’m a slow reader.)
Over the next two years, I still continued to read but at my own steady pace, concentrating on a lot of travel literature now that I had new goals in mind.
And then I moved to Mexico.
In 2012 I read 4 books.
As someone who likes to class herself as a bookworm, that number is pretty pathetic. Using the excuse that there weren’t many English book stores in D.F. shouldn’t have been a good enough. If I’d wanted to read badly enough, I would have found a way to read. (Or, y’know, learned Spanish and read all the books I wanted to.)
Now that I’m back in Wales, I’ve uncovered a treasure chest full of unread books I left sitting at my parents’ house. I’ve been having a ball. Not only that but my mother got a brand new Kindle this Christmas and generously donated her old one (still in perfect working condition) to her favourite (okay, only) daughter.
This can only mean one thing: A New Year’s Resolution to read more.
I’m already doing better than I was last year, having devoured my first book within the first week of the year. Having a Kindle with me when I travel across the world is also going to ensure I avoid that stupid ‘I don’t speak the language’ excuse too.
So there it is, folks. A completely achievable, realistic new year’s resolution for 2014.
Let me know in the comments too if there’re any in particular you’d recommend I get my hands on.
Books I Read in 2012 and 2013
1) Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk
2) Dean & Me (A Love Story) by Jerry Lewis
3) The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
4) Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong by James W. Loewen
5) Oh Mexico!: Love and Adventure in Mexico City by Lucy Neville
6) Shootin’ the Shit with Kevin Smith: The Best of SModcast
7) Daddy’s Girl: The Campbell Murder Case by Clifford Irving
8) Loving Edith by Mary Tannen
9) Looking for Alaska by John Green
10) Justine by Marquis de Sade
11) Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris
12) The Long Walk by Richard Bachman
13) A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
14) The White Masai by Corinne Hofmann
15) I Have Iraq in my Shoe by Gretchen Berg
16) The Help by Kathryn Stockett
17) The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (re-read)
18) Revenge Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger
19) On the Road: The Original Scroll by Jack Kerouac
20) The Boleyn Inheritance by Philippa Gregory
21) Don’t Beat Your Children or They’ll Turn Out Like Me by Blue
22) Lucky Me: My Life With – And Without – My Mom, Shirley Maclaine by Sachi Parker
23) Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky
24) Holy Cow!: An Indian Adventure by Sarah MacDonald
25) Chocolat by Joanne Harris
26) Loving John by May Pang
27) In His Own Write by John Lennon
28) A Spaniard in the Works by John Lennon
29) The John Lennon Letters edited by Hunter Davies