When this year started, I had big plans to read. Like, stack-of-books-on-my-nightstand, endless-TBR, “this is the year I finally catch up” kind of ambition.
Spoiler: I did not read as many books as I hoped to.
To be fair… I did read! I finished 13 books on my Kindle and 5 physical ones, which isn’t nothing — but it still feels like I barely scratched the surface of what I planned.
Honestly, most of the books I did finish were the ones from my little book club with friends — and you know what? I’m not even mad about it. Those reads turned into some of my favorite moments of the year. Between the shared snacks, the chaotic discussions, and the “wait, did anyone actually finish the book?” messages in our group chat… it made reading feel less like a task and more like a hangout.
Right now, we’re 15 chapters into Monster by A. Lee Martinez — which, fun fact, was actually our October pick that we’re finally getting to. I think it might end up being the only book I read this month, but it feels like the right one to close the year out with.
There were a few books I picked up outside of book club that I wrote about here on the blog, but not as many as I planned to. Still, I’ve realized that even if I didn’t read a lot, the ones I did read came with conversations, laughs, and moments that stuck — and that’s what I’ll remember most.
Maybe next year will be my “read 52 books” year.
Or maybe it’ll just be another year of a few good stories, shared with good people.
Either way, I’m okay with that.
