I know there are people out there who read lots. It’s a real thing. I know this.
There’s a whole list of them partaking in J Kaye’s 100+ Books Reading Challenge. However, the snob in me discounts them as those kind of people who read crime fiction/airport novels exclusively, chewing through five books a week. These people do the 100+ Books Challenge and write posts about how last year they read 200 books, which they’d really like to beat this year … sure. Why not?
But I also know that those people I respect read a lot. And it’s their enumeration of what they’ve read that makes my reading anxiety all the greater, and the ass-kicking I’m receiving all the more apparent.
Estelle Tang at 3000 Books estimates 50 books a year, and what she reads is always pretty respectable. I admire her.
I also admire Chris Flynn, whose post this week about the 31 books he’s read in 2010 made the ass-kicking my reading is receiving quite tangible.
Freakish reader Misha Adair has, at last update, read 30 books this year.
I’m falling behind! I’m only up to 17. Oh lordy. What a terrible person I must be! What am I doing with my time!?
…Studying. Working. Writing. Filming. Domestic-ing.
I do have some friendly competition of my own calibre though. JorjaKelly’s tally is now up to 15. She also studies and has busy busy days.
My 17 equals one book per week so far, not that it’s actually happened like that… That puts me on target for the 50 that Estelle Tang aims for. A worthy number, surely…But not 100.
To follow Chris Flynn’s quite entertaining post, though, here’s some stats. I love numbers. Just love them:
13 men. 4 women.
1 graphic novel. 14 fiction. 2 non-fiction.
3 Australian. 14 non-Australian.
Looks like I share reading habits with Chris Flynn, if perhaps not quite reading at the same rate…
But enough of this analysing business. Back to the books!