The readathon is over, phew! That was so much fun and so much stress – and also somehow less stressy than an average month, too. I don’t know why on earth I though I was going to read twelve whole books last month. Even now I’m like, gurrrrrrl, that bish cray. So naturally, I spent a lot of time thinking I wasn’t doing well to hit my goal and having less than nice feelings about that. On the other hand, having a committed to list where I didn’t have to labor over what my next read was going to be, mixing up how I was picking books, tackling that mondo backlog, and a few of the books were all really awesome results of this little endeavor. That part I liked SO much in fact, I’m going to get more crisp on my monthly reading goals, and I’m going to try to give last year’s topics a go in June-ish.
How’d I do? I read a whopping seven books. Not a great reading month in terms of volume, and pretty darn hit or miss for quality, but it was still something. According to the rules, I Exceeded Expectation (insert obligatory “title of my memoir” joke here).