Last summer I declared, I’m free to read what I want, any old time. Also along with that, I said, “I’m not going to play by their rules anymore.”
At the start of the year, I also resolved to keep it stupid simple with “no 10-point, three-parter resolutions with promises of marathons and how much mileage I’ll run, promises of challenges and how many books I’ll read and promises of living the holy life and how many times I’ll attend Mass.”
What have I done since last summer’s declaration? On the reading front, I’ve joined and rejoined challenges…let me think about this: one, two, three, four, FIVE…five too many? As I sit here on the couch, with a stack of Agatha Christie books piled beside our coffee table, and a stack of books –a combination of books I’ve borrowed from my brother-in-law that I still have to read and books I bought from a local bookstore Friday– sitting on the bookcase next to me, I’m thinking, “Yes,” is the answer to that question and that I’m in over my head. Those books aren’t counting the poetry, Huraki Murakami and James Bond books and audiobooks I’ve promised to read/listen to.
While I still might read some of the books/audiobooks (or just audiobooks, period) included in the challenges, hence my still staying in the metaphorical pool, I’m going to read them on my own schedule and not anyone else’s. I appreciate all the founders of these challenges bringing to my attention to the authors and genres aforementioned, but ladies, I’m not very good at following rules, at least in terms of blogging and reading. Whenever I have participated in memes, I almost always subverted them in some way to fit my own (evil?) devices. The only planned books are the ones I’m reading now, The Complete Sherlock Holmes, Vol. 2, which I’m reading on my dinner breaks at work, and Maisie Dobbs by Jaqueline Winspear, which I started on Friday after downloading it as an e-book loan from the Free Library of Philadelphia.
All this to say, I’m declaring again, “I’m free to read what I want, any old time.”
Also along with that, I said, “I’m not going to play by their rules anymore.”
In that previous post, I used a remake of the song, but now, thanks to John Bray pointing out to me the error of my ways, I’m using the original:
Do you ever feel you’re in over your head with reading challenges? Are you free to read what you want, any old time? Or do you like the structure reading challenges provide?