Lately I’ve been thinking about books a lot. At the start of the year I blogged about how I wanted to do the 50 Book Challenge. I kept to my resolution, and was ahead of myself until this week. Then I started reading ‘War and Peace’ by Leo Tolstoy. ‘War and Peace’ is a huge book, with tiny writing in it. I contemplated how I was going to keep up with the challenge, and went so far as to ear-mark pages in the book that I had to reach while reading other books to keep up.
Then I just felt really bad about it. I realised that it is a bit wrong to do that. When I properly started reading a few years ago it was about fun. I read a lot of different genres back then, and just picked books up because they interested me, not because, you know, I had to find something to blog about or notch up another book towards the challenge.
I realise that book challenges have many positive points too. They help to prioritize reading, and can be useful to beat slumps. The more time I spend reading the calmer I am. But I just want to stop feeling like a machine about it all. Everyone is different and obviously a lot of people like doing challenges, and reading a lot of books.
I just want to go back to the slower, happier reader that I used to be.
In terms of blogging, I fully intend to continue. I hope to post as regularly as possible. I’m just not going to be counting anymore and trying to be more relaxed in general.