To All the Books I've Loved Before
In January, I set a reading goal for 2024: Fifty-two books, one a week. Seemed lofty yet attainable. I just had to stay on pace. Now, facing down the last five weeks of the year, I'm proudly one ahead of schedule. I've missed reading. The year prior I read roughly half that. In 2022, I didn't even keep track. But I've always been a reader, since the age of four. I blame working full time, a commute, and a horse I had to feed every night on my way home for my recent slump. But I now work from home again (zero commute) and the horse lives in the back yard (plus a donkey), so I have time and that time is spent reading. Plus I'm back in a bookclub (a guaranteed book a month, usually) and have a library card, Libby account, and a new Kindle. Some of my favorite people and places are librarians/booksellers and libraries/book stores. I was on a first-name basis with my school librarians. I raised three readers and together we amassed so many books that when we moved in 2...
