After the crushing disappointments of this season’s football, it is time to return to the subject of books. I am afraid, however, that I must report another goal yet unreached. I didn’t read 75 books in 2006 as I had hoped. It was close, but I didn’t get there.
If you want to be super technical I read just shy of 74 books in 2006, but I cheated and counted the last book I finished this morning on the bus. There were simply a few pages that I didn’t get to because I had to help my wife get the house ready for a New Year’s Eve party at our house. With all of the football watching (whose pain was far worse than any hangover) yesterday I never got around to finishing C. S. Lewis’s Out of the Silent Planet until the bus ride to work this morning. So sue me, I counted it anyways.
My wife made the argument that if you counted all of the children’s books that I read to our daughter that I would top 75. That didn’t seem quite right, however, so I decided not to stretch things quite that far just to get to a number. Interestingly, last year I read a near identical number of books (73). Must be my natural pace. Disappointing to not be able to squeeze in a few more books, but small children will do that to you I guess.
So how many books did you read in 2006?
