No, this isn’t a post about a forlorn loved one feeling shunned and pushed aside because of my precious paperbacks and handsome hardbacks, but rather a post about my Goodreads 2014 Challenge. I’ve mentioned before that I was an avid reader when I was younger, but that I slowed down when I got into my late teens, and especially when I was at Uni, only really getting into it again in 2012. Then blogging happened.
This is quite literally how I manoeuvre through my dining room, AKA my book storage facility. It would appear my beloved “wall-of-books” has now become a mountain. But, I digress.
I created my Goodreads 2014 Challenge in January, and set the target at 52 books for the year – which I thought would be challenging enough, as I also work full time, study part time, and somewhere in between I need to do those other life-things like have a social life, buy and cook food etc. When I started blogging in March I had no idea of the time-commitment involved, and I assumed the number of books I read would actually decrease, but apparently the opposite has happened.
Sometime in September, I hit my goal of 52 books, which I’m a little amazed at, and also a little proud of. But it did get me thinking – is it possible that I’m reading too much? According to some people there are things to do in life other than read, I’m not sure who these people are, but there is evidence that they exist. Maybe my reading goal for next year should be just that, a goal to achieve and not go over, as well as under?
Aside from the questions I’m pondering above, what do you do if you hit your target early? Do you move the goalpost? Or leave it as is and just continue to read beyond the original target? Let me know in the comments!