As you have probably learned from social media, it is in fact no longer 2021. (It’s 2022!) This means that people are trying to set all sorts of lofty goals for the New Year, and one pretty common goal is… to read more books.
I simply refuse to believe that today is the last day of 2021.
Well, it’s been almost a year since I posted my first travel bucket list. I still haven’t ever left America, it is all very boring and sad and I’ll probably never end up getting to go to most of these places, but a girl can dream, right?
How do you keep track of your reading progress?
I’ve always used Goodreads, but this year I also decided to track my reading via a spreadsheet, like the nerd that I am. I tracked four different metrics: book genre, book “age group”, and format I read it in.
Last December, I felt completely alone. In the U.S., cases were skyrocketing and I hadn’t left my house for weeks, even to go outside. I’d stopped going to my extracurriculars a while ago as the pandemic ramped up, and school was still online. Though it was my favorite month of the year, even Christmas music couldn’t cheer me up.
If you told me this time last year that ebooks would soon comprise 90% of my reading, I probably would have grabbed the nearest paperback, hugged it protectively, and told you you were gravely mistaken
The paradox of 2020 is that although my life changed irreversibly, I feel almost as if nothing has changed at all.
It’s hard to believe 2020 is almost over, but I am certainly not complaining. Although it was a little lacking in other departments, 2020 was an amazing reading year for me. I started my blog in March, which reignited my almost-dormant passion for reading, and as the year went on my book addiction was completely rekindled. As of now- December 26th- I have read 125 books. That’s the highest number of books I’ve read in a year since I began keeping track on Goodreads in 2017.
A few years ago, I wasn’t allowed on any form of social media, and the allure of something forbidden to me yet used by many of my peers caused me to spend almost all of middle school begging my mom to let me on Instagram. She finally relented when I turned 14.
It’s THAT time of year again. The time of year that’s both deeply loved and passionately hated by students everywhere.