At the beginning of 2016 I declared my intention to only read books I had already begun before the calendar turned. The number of books I've read this year is vastly down, so I decided to investigate what I've been finishing. (Note that this list is not entirely fair as a large number of pages I've read this year are from Don Quixote which I started before 2016 and have still not finished because it is insanely long. So blame Cervantes for the low number. The real question is have I been largely obeying the rules with the 59 books already finished?
Let's start with the intended category, shall we?
Books started before Jan 1, 2016
Hoo. That . . . is bad. Worse than I anticipated when I sat down to examine the ol' data.
Of course, you'll recall I set up a few exceptions for myself. Let's look at those.
Books (in series I'm reading) or (checked out from library before year began)
This exception existed, yes, because I had checked a couple books out at the end of December, but mainly because I wanted to keep reading Sue Grafton and the Complete Peanuts. And continue I did. I read six of one and two of the other.
I had also intended to reread and finish iZombie and Rachel Rising with this exception. That I did not do.
Did not do because I was not jonesing as much for comics as expected. Largely because of the next prepared excuse:
Recently published books that I'm meant to review or similar (Mormon/eisnerexcuse/senttome/localwriter)
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Lot of comics in here. And, as I've felt in previous years, books I feel obligated to read anre taking up too much of my time. I need to read fewer of these, maybe. Though I did certainly enjoy the Eisner Excuse, included here for frankly cheaty reasons.
The other prepared excuse was
Books I can't get out of being lent
I didn't finish any of those. Started one. Have a few lying around. Yeah.
Two additional excuses presented themselves which I feel should be allowed:
Audiobooks from roadtrips
Read as part of my job
Which leaves only
Mostly poetry here. Nothing I truly regret. A couple books I'm very glad I read. Sure, I'm still hundreds of pages away from finishing Quixote or my Shakespeare biography (and I haven't even touched Middlemarch or Dunham---both of which are great, but I've pretty much given up reading on my Nook), but I've spent a lot of time with these still-working-on books and have made progress and hey, so what if I only read sixty-some books this year? It's not about numbers, right? Right.
I do want, next year, to read less online and spend more time in paper. I hope that happens. Feel free to hassle me.