So here's what happened. I picked up The Hour of the Star to try to "catch up" on my reading, because I had been hoping to finish on February 1, 2020 (ten years after I started). And it completely backfired. I took numerous days to read a book less than a hundred pages long, mostly because I didn't have time to sit down and review it on the day that I suspected I might finish.
Obviously that is ridiculous.
Reading has been feeling like work lately, though, and that's the last thing I want to happen. In order to read enough to finish this project in early 2020, I would have to cut out non-fiction and purely recreational novels entirely, and that's not a happy thing to contemplate. I know what you're thinking: could I cry a little harder about this thing no one is forcing me to do and in fact no one is encouraging me to do either?
So I'm pushing my goal end date for the blog out to February 1, 2025. Don't think about that too hard or it will break your brain. I'll be almost 40 years old by then and who knows if the internet will even still exist? In fact because it's such a long time from now, I'm going to do my best to beat that goal.
But in the meantime, reading feels fun again. I can think about reading books that aren't part of the project.
Wish me luck!