I have a goal of 52 books per year and I’m cutting it close this year. I am on book 45 and it’s week 44. As we get down to the wire, I’m tempted to keep it light just to make sure I can make it.
I have Cloud Atlas from the library and also that one about the gals who worked in the secret factory/lab(?) in Tennessee during WW2.
On the Kindle I have the Station Eleven waiting for me. I’m done with 3/4 of the Steve King stories, so no worries there.
Oh, and I have book club next week! Shit.
This year has had a bit of the poopstain about it, let’s be honest. On one hand, not making 52 would not be the end of the world, given the dramz I’ve had this year with work etc. But on the other hand it would be nice to actually make it to 52 and have a win. Maybe it’s time for a year-end young adult binge.
If there was an Olympics for dithering, I’d win GOLD. I am the Michael Phelps of Dithering. Minus the drunk driving. And the fit part.