2016 Reading Challenge: At the Nine Month Mark

My reading goal this year was simple: 52 books. For those of you playing the home version, that’s merely a book a week. Completely doable, even with a full time job and adulty obligations. My only real concern was whether I could get ahead before NaNo, because really November is just a blur of sleeping and murdering plot bunnies.

I’m happy to announce that as of September, I’m sitting pretty on 45 of 52. That means I have 16ish weeks (or 8 fortnights) to read 7 books. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I think I’ve got this.

However, the devil, they say, is in the details. I further challenged myself with 5 caveats, and I’m not faring well with those.  More than 20 of the books had to be new to me, and I passed this one with flying colors (thank you, local library). However, I was also supposed to read 3 classics I’ve never read before and I’ve gotten exactly none of those read. Also, I haven’t gotten the courage to try another assault on Wuthering Heights. I’m thinking of giving up the book entirely, because I’m beginning to lose hope that after fifteen years I could find something I didn’t loathe about the book.

The other challenges are going okay. Ish. The challenge about reading 5 from my Unread Pile isn’t going so badly (4/5), but the one I’m actually making progress on is the bit about reading 5 nonfiction books. I’m all about the fiction, but I’ve read two memoirs (is the Kid President book a memoir? It kind reads like one, but not really? I’m counting it anyway), and I’m working on a biography of Queen Elizabeth II, which is 105% more entertaining that I thought it was going to be (No offense intended to my favorite Bond girl).

So, in a nutshell, my life might be falling apart, but at least my yearly reading goal is coming together nicely.