Reading a Book a Week
Reviewing on Sunday — Can This Be Done?
I have been in a reading craze for the last month and a half. I set an enormous goal for myself, to read 52 books this year, after hardly reading anything last year, nor the year before. I’ve always been a speedy reader, once I learned how back in first grade.
You see, I was not an early reader, although I loved books. I would carry around my grandparents’ Readers Digest when I was four or five, as it was “kid-sized” and had pictures.
Most of the books I read as a child were mysteries, historic stories, and children as heros. I did read under covers and whenever I had the chance. I even gave up reading one Lent as I never was paying attention to my parents or doing my chores. My Easter basket was not filled with chocolate that year, but with books or gift cards to pick out books.
I am writing my memoir, and I hope to have it finished by the end of this year. Which means, I am reading memoirs of other people, to see how similar or not they are to me. So far, it has been a fascinating six weeks. Six books in the first six weeks of 2022. Last night I finished a mystery but today I write about a memoir.
