So, in my head this is more of a story, but as I write it I realize it is more of an anecdote than a full-up story, as it were. Oh, well. Maybe it's still a bit amusing.
Mini background: part of my job involves a lot of communication with various law enforcement (LE). In this capacity I was exchanging emails with an LE contact who happens to know about the list project (another story for another day).
First he wanted to know where I was at on the list and then how many I had read this year. Armed with that knowledge, he then told me that he hoped I was also making some time to enjoy life and not just read (says the guy who is sending work related emails late on a Saturday night). I pointed out that a lot of my reading happens on public transportation, which is hard to enjoy; he conceded this point.
From this exchange, I also learned that around this particular LE agency I am known as the girl who has read a million books, which a) not exactly what I was going for, and b) not at all accurate. I mean, even if you read for 80 years you would have to read about 35 books a day (a day!) to do that. While apparently I may appear older than I am, I don't think that I appear to be 80.
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