Even though I’ve had this spreadsheet on various computers for the whole time, and I enter data into it every few weeks, I am a bit astonished to see that my reading tracking has now completed a 17th year.
Even though I’ve had this spreadsheet on various computers for the whole time, and I enter data into it every few weeks, I am a bit astonished to see that my reading tracking has now completed a 17th year.
In a sentence, 2022 is what I would call a good book year. In a more elaborated form, it was a year in which I very much enjoyed nearly all the books I read (just one clunker) and there was enough material that I truly forgot three or four of them happened this year.
Undoubtedly, in many ways, 2021 was a weird year. It was also allllllmost a record year for my reading output. In the 14th year of keeping a spreadsheet to track my reading, I came just a few pages short of my highest total page count. It was not a record for the number of books I read, but after setting a goal of 18 for the year, I am happy to report that as of this morning I completed my 19th read in 2021.
My goal for 2019 was to read 12 books. I made it to 10. I’m still counting that as a win.
I was feeling a little disappointed with my reading year until I looked back at the stats.
I’m not usually one for New Year’s resolutions, but one thing I can absolutely assure you is that in 2018 I will make sure that on many more days I will disappear for a couple of hours to read a book under a tree.
Say what you will about 2016, but it was an above average year. At least, when it comes to my reading.
In 2008, I needed a push to read more and set a goal of reading 20 books. I did. The next year I read 21, but haven’t completed more than 18 since. Until 2015. And by that I mean the final hours of 2015, but that very much counts.
I had a goal of reading 20 books in 2014.
My year of reading began with returning to a book I first read in 1999, and ended with a book I first read in 2012.
