I’ve finished 4 books since January 1st. I’m currently in the middle of several, and while it sometimes feels like a failure (as the projected pace would be, if there were 52 weeks in a year, a book and then some a week), I’ve come to terms with this “failure” and have realized that what it really is is a small victory. It is a victory because I have not read this much since I began to discover my love for words.

As much as I don’t think I can catch up to the 50, there is still enough time (ten-and-a-half months is ten-and-a-half months) to read as much as I can, and I’ll be resolute with that simple goal.

(I’m still hoping for a fifty. For those of whom are going strong, cheers to all of you, as I’ve none left at the moment.)

:)