Not being dramatic.
I had hoped to read 36 books in July. 36 books in 31 days and it did not happen. I have since finished the leftovers of the experiment—36 books in 37 days.
I’ve thought a lot about what I learned and the answer is nothing. There were moments where I felt like I was reading to just accomplish the goal, but mostly because I read so many meh/bad books I was reading to try to read that amazing book to break the streak. With only a few exceptions, the streak just continues on.
I am a frustrated and unsatisfied reader, along with being a failure.
For the next week, I’m going to take a bit of a reading vacation. I’m going to try to only read 2-3 hours a day. This might be tougher than trying to read 36 books in 31 days.
First I have to pick the book, I’ve been thinking for almost 24 hours what to read next, and I still have no idea. Ahhh the struggles and tribulations of readers.