I have finally gotten around to completing last year's reading list and
analyzing the results. And what a disappointment! Not only did I
fail, for the first time in years, to meet my stated goal (36 books
in this case), but I compromised on quality and length to even get
as far as I did. What a waste of time, and only to meet a
self-imposed target? That's just cheating myself.
Something has to change. I have an ever-growing list (on Goodreads)
of books to read that is currently 392 titles long. For the last few
years I've been choosing what to read haphazardly or worse,
passively, because of the book club or
because I've been given some book or because of someone else's
enthusiasm. Also, the practice of setting some number of books as a
challenge for the year has encouraged reading short and often
not-very-serious works (although I don't want to suggest that
seriousness is necessarily proportional to length). I was already
aware of this last observation one year ago but
didn't carry out my resulting intention of reading longer books.
So, for 2020, I won't worry too much about the total
number. Instead, I'll read the bookclub selections only if I really
want to, and I'll read one more book per month and that book will be
something very significant and very intentionally selected. By the
end of the year I want to have read 12 of the sort of books I've
always meant to read and have had in the back of my mind for
years. Many of these works are very long indeed, so overall I'll be
reading just as much, if not more, as my previous 36 book
challenges. Far more importantly, however, I'll be reading what I
really want to read, finally.