2018 is here; ready or not. Ambitious goals are being proudly broadcast rampantly throughout various social media platforms. I have considered posting a goal to the effect of — I resolve to take my vitamins everyday this year. For who actually manages to do such a thing. It’s a lofty goal.
On a serious note, I am also contemplating tracking all the books I read this year. I suspect I read close to 100 and well more then 50 books annually. However, I do not have any written data or tracking to confirm said suspicion.
To ring in the New Year, I’m starting with a bit of non-fiction in the form of ‘Hallelujah Anyway: Rediscovering Mercy’, by Anne Lamont. I’m unsure how I “discovered” her writing but am pretty sure it had something to do with Facebook and we’ll see whether or not I am grateful for its unending mental pollution of sponsored advertisements and the like.
Pictured below is a chair that sits in one of my favorite local bookstores. I am curious if it would be referred to as needlepoint or an embroidered chair or something else entirely. I find it as darling and welcoming as the shop and I spent a few hours in it this weekend, perusing possible purchases. Since I spend more time in library then the bookstore, buying a book is a decision not made lightly. I came away with two and the shiny, untarnished covers and stiff, unturned pages are calling my name.
“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.” ~ Oscar Wilde