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.

 

*cries*

 

*brews pot of coffee*

 

*cracks knuckles*