And here are some things I learned:
1) It is possible to keep a New Years Resolution!
2) I read much faster than I think I do.
3) While reading a book is much different from reading the internet (in that books generally have at least one of the following: a sustained narrative, a single author, a single subject or connecting thread/theme, or a style particular to the author/series/book, and plus they tend to be made of paper), on a normal day of internet-browsing I’d estimate that I read the equivalent of about a quarter of a book. What this means is that I read a lot to begin with, so reading a book a week wasn’t such a stretch.
4) I felt incredibly productive, because stacking up all of the books I’ve read (and adding them to my Shelfari “shelf,” which tracked my progress toward my goal of 52) was something I could actually see/my progress had a physical manifestation, unlike reading articles on the internet or in magazines, watching TV shows or movies, etc. Productivity feels nice.
5) My usual excuses for not reading more are entirely invalid (at least for me). The first excuse is that being a student limits my ability to read other books—the way around this, of course, is to overload oneself with literature classes, get bored with 19th century novels and heavy non-fiction accounts, and read fun stuff instead of sleeping (or be bad and read fun stuff instead of school stuff, and then read school stuff at the last minute)! Plus, all of those books I was reading for school? They counted! Because they were books and I was reading them! The second excuse is that there is nothing good to read. If I ever catch myself thinking this again, I will pay someone to bury me alive under a pile of remaindered books.
6) Productive procrastination is the best kind of procrastination. Watching 15 episodes of The Wonder Years in a row is also pretty good, but reading Lorrie Moore instead of that heavy classic for class? Way better.
7) Goals are useful, because they encourage structure. Structure and deadlines encourage stress and pressure, which foster productivity (failing is scary!).
I’m going to do it again in 2012! And maybe this time I’ll keep a running list of those books, and my thoughts about them, here!
*I actually didn’t read a book a week. There were some weeks when I was a lazy jerk, but then there were weeks during which I read three books to make up for it. “I read a book every week this year” sounds much nicer than “I read 52 books this year,” because 52 is a weird number. In the end, I actually read one extra book, but it was only 35 pages long, so I’m hesitant to count it as an actual book. And besides, 53 is an even weirder number.
This has been a terribly written 1:30 AM post. I promise I will never write this badly ever again. It’s been a long year.