I'm three quarters of the way through the year, and on track to finish my 50 books by December 31. I thought I should reflect.
I enjoy reading, so I don't find it difficult to read fifty books in one year. Especially when my summer was filled with young adult books. I mean, the books I read weren't short books - most were around 250-300 pages -- but they were not especially difficult to get through. So I guess I don't find this 50 Books project to necessarily be a "challenge".
Keeping track on this blog is sometimes a challenge, though. I feel like I need to be thoughtful, and write an interesting review instead of just making a list. I don't know why. It's not like Draggletail has a huge audience full of critics and authors and people waiting to judge me. I'm not pretending to be anything I'm not. I'm just reading. But still, I feel compelled to be thoughtful and... smart.
The blogging also sort of inhibits my reading choices. I think I am a lot more embarrassed about all those YA books I read because I feel like I have to tell the truth and follow my own rules here, report back. I have to blog that I read them, instead of just reading them secretly on my Kindle or something with no one ever the wiser. So there is a bit of pressure in that sense. Obviously it didn't truly inhibit me - I still chose to read those books (and enjoyed some of them!) and wrote what I thought and didn't pretend I never read them - but it was a little bug on my shoulder now and then.
Who am I trying to impress, though? That's what I wonder. I know who looks at this blog. I am not that worried about impressing y'all. But still. I've made these insecure ruminations before. Maybe that's just it: Insecurity. Unnecessary insecurity.
September 08, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment