In my post about resolutions I talked briefly about how I do not have a reading goal for 2017. Two and a half weeks in and I think it’s one of the better ideas I’ve had.
In the couple of weeks leading up to the new year I went through a couple different phases. There was wanting to read 100 books, reading a classic a month, reading a non-fiction every month etc. etc. etc.
But then I looked back on 2016 and realized how there were some books I bought and were really excited for but I put them off in order to read the books I had to for various challenges.
I have three books going right now. Horror, classic and fantasy. The next book when I finish one of these is probably going to be either non-fiction or thriller. Maybe it’ll be a time travel book or realistic fiction. The possibilities are endless.
On the other hand, maybe I’ll just binge-read another trilogy after I finish The Magicians. I do have a couple others in mind. Maybe I’ll only read Stephen King or Dean Koontz for a month and it won’t matter because that’s what I’ll enjoy.
Reading is supposed to be a form of relaxing, and entertainment. It’s a way to unwind at the end of the night. I want to constantly have something I really want to read, not something I’m forcing myself to check off on a list.
I think it’s known that if you enjoy something you read it faster. I’m still keeping track of what I read but sometimes I would just be thinking “have to get it read, have to read fast, have to get another book marked off” and I would have to go back and read a couple pages over. Without having a goal I’m trying to make this little voice go away.
I’m really hoping to have minimal slumps this year. They just make me sad and then I don’t get much of anything done because all I do is go on social media. I don’t even replace reading time with something productive.