Overall, 2017 was a really great year for me. I turned 24, moved across the country, and started a whole new life. It was the defining kind of year that I’m sure I’ll remember for years to come. Here’s a quick-fire, bullet point look back at the year for me.
I read 7 books in January! Not as many as I would’ve liked, but it was a hectic month. Here are my thoughts on all of them.
The short version is that because I succeeded in reading 75 books last year, I decided to up my goal in 2018 – with a few extra twists. This is mainly because I love challenges and plans, and having some direction in my reading life is really great.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the diversity of voices in my life and the diversity of voices in my books specifically.
I’m going to read 100 books in 2018 – and 75 of them will be by women and people of color.
I’m feeling good about all the things to come this year: turning 25, running a marathon, celebrating a year of living in Los Angeles, and a lot more.
I didn’t read as much as I’d hoped this month (just four books!) but I did complete my challenge to read 75 books in 2017, which is what I’m happiest about!
Here’s what I’m starting, hoping, scheduling, reading, and playing at the moment.
I started off November planning to get through as many of my Book of the Month picks as I could – I’m great about ordering them, but not great about actually following through and reading them soon after I get them. But then library books and book club and freelance work took over, and I concentrated on reading those things instead. This was a pretty good month for reading: I loved some books, didn’t like some others, but I managed to read a ton.
A couple years ago, I first heard of an organization called More Love Letters. People submit requests for love letters to be written for their friends in need, and then the letters are bundled together and sent to the recipient. The letters come from strangers all over the world, encouraging them to keep going even when times are hard. It’s the epitome of using social media for good.
There are some months where I’m really busy and read very little (like September) and then there was this month, where I was incredibly busy and still managed to read eleven books. It’s probably some sort of procrastination technique, but it’s productive in its own way so I’m going to take it.
I didn’t read as many books in September as last month! Between a trip to San Francisco, races, visits to Disneyland, camping in Joshua Tree, a bunch of concerts, and generally living life, there wasn’t as much time.