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Books 164-168
Dec. 31st, 2006 11:49 am164. Charlie All Night — Jennifer Crusie
165. Have Glass Slippers, Will Travel — Lisa Cach
166. Tender at the Bone — Ruth Reichl
167. Beka Cooper: Terrier — Tamora Pierce
And the one I'm really proud of:
168. Poem a Day, Volume 2 — Laurie Sheck
I decided last year that I wanted to learn to enjoy poetry. I bought this book, and on January 1 I started reading a poem a day. In the past few months I've fallen behind a few times, and had to read a week's worth of poem's at once, but today I read the last poem. Some of them I enjoyed, some of them I didn't, but I do have a different appreciation of poetry, and a better idea of what sorts of poetry I enjoy. It was definitely worth doing, but I'm not planning to buy another volume for the upcoming year.
So that's it. 168 books in one year. I might keep a list next year, but I don't think I'm going to keep track of numbers. I found myself reading sometimes with an eye towards upping my numbers -- choosing a short book over a longer one, or finishing something I wasn't enjoying, just so I could count it.
165. Have Glass Slippers, Will Travel — Lisa Cach
166. Tender at the Bone — Ruth Reichl
167. Beka Cooper: Terrier — Tamora Pierce
And the one I'm really proud of:
168. Poem a Day, Volume 2 — Laurie Sheck
I decided last year that I wanted to learn to enjoy poetry. I bought this book, and on January 1 I started reading a poem a day. In the past few months I've fallen behind a few times, and had to read a week's worth of poem's at once, but today I read the last poem. Some of them I enjoyed, some of them I didn't, but I do have a different appreciation of poetry, and a better idea of what sorts of poetry I enjoy. It was definitely worth doing, but I'm not planning to buy another volume for the upcoming year.
So that's it. 168 books in one year. I might keep a list next year, but I don't think I'm going to keep track of numbers. I found myself reading sometimes with an eye towards upping my numbers -- choosing a short book over a longer one, or finishing something I wasn't enjoying, just so I could count it.
