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My reading year

It turns out that 2024 was a pretty slow reading year for me. I had set my goal at 40 books which was less than half the number of books I had read in past years, but I didn't even manage to hit that target. I ended the year having only read thirty-four books.

Nevertheless, I was generally quite happy with the ones that I did read. I rate my books from one to five stars, but it is very rare indeed for me to rate a book at five stars and I almost never have a one-star read. I didn't have any five-stars or one-stars in 2024; however, I did have fourteen that I gave a four-star rating and eighteen that were three-star reads for me. Two were a bit disappointing and I only gave them two stars. 

For 2025, I'm setting my goal at 40 books once again which I do realize is quite paltry compared to most of my blogging friends. But this year I'm going to try a little harder to actually reach it. Wish me luck!

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  1. Are you on Goodreads?

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  2. A numerical target is only part of it, Dorothy. Quality is what counts. And of course if you read “War and Peace” it takes at least a month to get the names straight and the rest of the year to read the book!

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    1. In fact, when I read "War and Peace," (I think I was twelve) I finished reading it and then turned around and read it again. Twice! I think it probably did take most of my year. At least it kept me out of trouble!

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  3. I don't set reading targets and don't record what I read, either. Reading is for pleasure and information. If it were a competition or a contest, I certainly wouldn't succeed.

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    1. I agree that it isn't a competition or a contest, but I like to set targets for myself as a way of staying on track. And I do record and review every book that I read for Goodreads and this blog. I find it a useful reference. Perhaps your memory is better than mine...

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  4. 34 books is great. Most important is that you enjoyed the books you read. Happy reading this year! :D

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    1. True. I didn't read any that I considered real stinkers last year. Here's hoping for the same result this year. And a very happy reading year in 2025 to you, Lark.

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  5. I don't keep track of books read and I don't participate in reading challenges. Reading for me is like breathing - a necessary part of life. The past few months I've not read any books but I hope that changes in 2025. Good luck with your goal, Dorothy. 40 books to me would be a lot.

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    1. Now that’s odd. You say that reading is like breathing - a necessary part of life, but that in the fast few months you have not read at all!

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    2. It's hard for me to imagine going months without reading a book, but I realize that sometimes life intervenes in our plans.

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  6. 34 books read is fantastic! It sounds like you read some quality reads. Good luck with reading 40 books this year!

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  7. I think you'll have a good reading year. I almost never give books 5 stars either. I should but I seem to always give 4s or 3s. I probably nitpick when I shouldn't. Still 5s should be a bit hard to get. Wishing you a great year!

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    1. I agree - a 5 should be hard to get. That's why they almost never happen!

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  8. I barely made my own target, Dorothy, but-- as others have said-- I think it's more important that we enjoy what we read.

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    1. In that regard at least my reading year was a great success!

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