At the start of this year, I started a Goodreads.com book reading challenge. I set the goal at 50 books to be read by end of 2014. I thought to myself that 50 books will be easy. I’ll be able to finish them in no time. I mean, after all, I’m a fast reader. Plus, I love to read. How hard can it be? Apparently harder than I thought. I’ve read 11 books since the challenge started (not to mention a literary thesis from a friend of mine, so that’s technically 12… I’m grasping at straws here I know… I should probably also end the parentheses sometime soon). I’m 7 books behind in the challenge, in case you wanted to know.
I keep telling myself that the books are long and so therefore it’s like reading two books… Again, I’m fond of those straws. I guess what I’m trying to say is, that I feel like I’m failing. I feel, that as a lover of books, I should be able to read 100s of books each year. I should be up-to-date with everything that is happening in the literary world. But, the reality is, I’m just one person. And I can’t know everything. Yet every time someone asks me, “have you read the new insert name of book from author that I haven’t heard of here,” I feel like I should know. And then the crisis begins…
Why don’t I know the book? Am I missing out on something? Should I lie and pretend I have heard of it? But I don’t even know the author? Maybe I could just log roll away and the person won’t notice I’m gone…?
A lot of my friends consider me to be the equivalent of a professional athlete when it comes to books. But sometimes I feel like I’m a slow moving hippo who has received a sharp blow to the head. I tell myself that it doesn’t matter how many books you read. As long as you are reading. Although, that only works sometimes.
Do you ever feel like you could be better with reading and books? Do you feel like you’re failing at books? Fear not! You are not alone, for I am with you… in the corner clutching at my straws.