Yeah, I’ve pretty much known this was going to happen for a while now, but I spent this long trying to figure out how to say it. I’m not going to finish fifty books this year.
At the start, the project was designed to get me reading more. I love reading, have done since I was a child, but as more and more distractions like TV shows and video games have crept into my free time, I realised I was spending less time actually reading books. Whereas before I’d have read an hour or two before bed every night, I was doing it maybe once or twice a week. I needed something to galvanise myself into switching off the consoles and getting down to mowing through some of my ever increasing stack of books. Fifty in a year was just under one a week and seemed like an achievable goal. So, why did I stop?