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Could I possibly?

I have just done a bit of browsing through friends' blogs. Lots of folks reflecting on the last year and planning for this year. And I have to confess that I am jealous. Not jealous of people's life as such: I'm pretty sure that I am doing as God would have me do. What I'm jealous of is people's book lists.

I love reading but I can count on one hand how many books I have managed to get through in the last twelve months. I miss the days of commuting when I could get through a book in a couple of days..

But I'm not going to wallow. I'm going to try and do something about it. I'm going to try and read for an hour a day. I have no idea if I can actually do, and I know that something has got to give if I am going to do it. But lets face it, you only need to watch a half hour of breakfast telly and I can eat and read at the same time..

Watch this space for book reviews..

Comments

liz h said…
What are you planning on reading? Want any suggestions?
Carla said…
That's really funny. The exact same thing motivated me into my book a week target for 2011. I needed the challenge to help me make the time. Funnily enough you are always someone I think of as a big reader. Hope you enjoy your newly set aside hour each day x
Jude said…
Liz: might actually need to do some study reading!

Carla: you're right. I used to be a BIG reader, especially when I was doing BR stuff. I wonder if my tapering off is partly cos I live in a non reading community.. very few books around here.. But we can change that!

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