This year has been rough, and even though I’ve been reading, I haven’t had the energy or desire to post. I do want to acknowledge that I completed my goal of reading at least one book on each of my fiction/memoir bookshelves. It only took two years, which is depressing considering that I’ve read over 400 books in those two years and I only have 38 shelves. I figured this would go quickly. Why is it so hard to read books I already own?
Here’s the stack representing the final shelves. It’s a little blurry, but I feel like that’s appropriate considering how messy my life has been lately. (More on that later. It’s not bad.)
