Happy 2015! Or something. I'm actually in a really bad mood due to a significant back injury (my last few days were supposed to include flying, German wheel, dance trapeze, and flying, and they include a bit of dance trapeze and a lot of bed rest). I'm potentially willing to forgive 2015 if it shapes up immediately. Right now it is on serious probation.
But, let's not forget 2014. So, how did we do?
Well, not terribly, I guess, though also not well, exactly. Once again we hit exactly 100 books. The depressing part of that is I made that about a week before the end of the year, but then rather than reading more books and getting a bit ahead, instead I read a game theory book and some super frivolous non-fiction. Le sigh.
Admittedly, 100 books is not bad (and again, I read more books than that over the year, that's the list books). It's my goal for the year after all, and I should be pleased about meeting the goal. Or something. I think that the issue here is that for awhile I was doing so much better than just meeting the base goal. 2012 I hit 100 in October and then kept going. That's definitely the year I've read the most
That said, man, 2012 was a really rough year for me. 2014 wasn't a great list year, but it was one of my best years. I'm not sure if there is an inverse correlation here, but it's not exactly unrelated, I don't think.
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