Month: December 2019

Goodreads puts a summary of your year together for you.

This year my reading goal was 60 books. I read 48 total and I’ve started several others. While I didn’t reach my goal, I do feel good about the books I did read. My average rating for all of the books I read was 4.2/5 stars which is pretty high! After reading 101 books last year (goal of 100) and feeling dissatisfied with some that I forced myself through in order to reach that goal, Josh suggested I try to read only books that I thought I would truly love. This meant stopping after I started some which has always been hard for me to do (but life is short!). I do feel good about my reading log this year despite not reaching my number goal.

My favorite book this year:

Beautifully written, hard to put down. The author transports you! I don’t want to spoil even a moment of it, but take a trip with this book.

Honorable mention:

It’s a beautiful thing when you read the book you need to read. Sometimes books find you where you’re at.

Books you won’t be able to put down:

I truly could not put these books down. The first one I read on vacation and the second one on Christmas break. They both stayed in my brain even when I wasn’t reading and I always love books that wrap you in a hug like that.

Least favorite: I looked through my list a couple times and none stand out as being a book I would suggest skipping. It was a good yea r!

My goal next year is: 52 books, just 1 a week. What’s your goal? Try to read 1 more than last year. Do you have a favorite book I MUST read? Please share with this book nerd.

Here are all the books I read this year:

I am going to write more. Here (hopefully) and by hand, in a journal (already started). I used to journal all the time.

This post is just to keep me accountable. That really means nothing though. I can see me now, in a year, looking back at that sentence and laughing. Yeah, okay, great accountability, Isha.

I miss blogging/writing/journaling in the days of Xanga and Google Reader. Those were the days, guys.

You could just hop on your Xanga and type whatever you wanted without caring if it made sense or needed edited, in fact you didn’t even know if anyone ever read unless they commented. At least I know gRegor is reading this right now, hi gRegor. I don’t think I care if 100 people read any of my blogs, but a handful would be nice. Like hi, yes, I exist and have a couple things to say once a month.

I just miss not overthinking and just writing. I had a college professor that said, “Just write.” So simple, but how often do I do that. Just write.

So while I have made a small list of blog ideas, maybe sometimes I’ll just write (so that all my thoughts can swirl into the empty abyss).

So maybe it’s really, new year, old old me.