I had made a goal at the beginning of this year to write a little something about everything that I read. Too many times in the last couple of years I've looked back on a book that I've read, and had forgotten why I loved it, or why I loathed it.


So, without putting terrible and lofty expectations on myself, I said I only had to write and post a couple of sentences or whatever and that would suffice for my purposes.


Great. Easy! Attainable.



Except now I'm 32 books behind.




*brews pot of coffee*


*cracks knuckles*