One of my deepest shames about 2017 was how much I read. Or more accurately, how much I didn’t read.
I LOVE books. I always have. I want to write one. I edit them for a living. I know reading more makes you a better writer. And there are just so many books on my to-read list.
So I set a goal for myself for 2018. I refuse to call it a resolution because those really aren’t my jam. But I decided I would aim to finish a book a month in 2018. TBH, I find that almost shameful as a literary person, to only read 12 books in a year. But what can I say? My reading time is right before bed and this bitch is tired more often than not and I tend to drift off after a few pages.
I am happy to tell you I met my goal this year. I am even happier to tell you that at some point in the spring I realized all the books I had read thus far were written by female writers and I decided I would keep the trend going for the rest of the year and read books by women writers only.