It's New Year's Eve Eve, and while everyone else is frantically searching for last-minute party supplies and making questionable life choices at the grocery store, I'm doing what I do best: reflecting on my year in books.
Let's be honest, it's been a rollercoaster. There were triumphs – finally tackling that intimidatingly thick historical fiction novel (okay, maybe I only read the first 100 pages, but still!). There were also epic fails – abandoning a highly anticipated fantasy series after 50 pages because the protagonist was just so… bland.
But mostly, it's been a year of unexpected literary discoveries. I stumbled upon a captivating debut novel by a new author, devoured a cozy mystery series that kept me up way too late, and rediscovered the joy of poetry after a long hiatus.
Of course, no year in reading is complete without a healthy dose of self-deprecation. My TBR pile continues to grow at an alarming rate, threatening to engulf my entire apartment. And let's not even talk about the number of books I started and promptly abandoned.
But despite the inevitable setbacks, I've learned a valuable lesson this year: reading should be fun. It's supposed to be an escape, a source of joy, a way to connect with other minds and other worlds.
So, as we approach the new year, I'm making a few (hopefully achievable) reading resolutions:
- Read for pleasure, not for prestige. No more feeling obligated to read the "must-read" books. I'm going to follow my whims and read whatever sparks my interest.
- Embrace the audiobook. Let's be honest, sometimes you just need to listen to a story while you're doing the dishes.
- Forgive myself for DNFs. It's okay to not finish a book. Life's too short to force yourself through something you're not enjoying.
Here's to a new year filled with literary adventures, unexpected discoveries, and fewer DNFs (hopefully).
Happy Almost New Year, fellow bookworms!
P.P.S. No judgment if you spend the rest of the evening binge-watching holiday movies. We've all been there.