Book Love (Or Why You Shouldn’t Ask What My Favorite Book Is)

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People who know me, whether in real life or virtually, know I love books. If they don’t know, then they don’t know me or haven’t been paying attention.

First, I read books. I know that seems obvious, but I’ve been told I read a lot. Really, I didn’t think 97 books last year was *that* many (my best year in the last 6 was 124 books, a record I still aim to beat). This especially seems average when I consider that some of my Goodread friends read 200 or even 300+ books a year.

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Midnight, Texas—A New Fave Series

Day Shift (Midnight, Texas, #2)Day Shift by Charlaine Harris

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this new series after finishing Book 1, Midnight Crossroad—my review of Book 1 (see here) was in a bit of flux. But no longer. I’m hooked. Where I liked Book 1, or at least was intrigued by the characters, enough so to start Book 2, Book 2 cemented my addiction to Midnight, Texas. With the introductions of our town residents out of the way, Book 2, Day Shift, starts off strong with murder and doesn’t stop.

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Saturday Book Pile – Jan 28

Given my great love of books, I’ve decided to write a somewhat regular post to discuss 3 books I’ve read and preview the ones that are next on the list to read.

I’ve participated in the Goodreads Reading Challenge. every year since 2011. Last year, I read 97 books. In the past 6 years, I averaged about 87 books per year. This year, my goal again is to read (and hopefully exceed) 78 books (1.5 books per week).

The point of that is to say that I’ve lots of fodder for this quasi-regular series (quasi-regular because I make no promises as to when it will might pop up).

This first post will be about 3 books* I’ve read since January 1.

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My Rosie the Robot Obsession

As a kid growing up in the 80s, I watched some awesome cartoons—Scooby-Doo, G.I. Joe, Bugs Bunny, Transformers, She-Ra and her counterpart He-Man, DuckTales, and The Jetsons.

For those who don’t know The Jetsons, the show originally aired from 1962 to 1963 and then new episodes were produced for syndication from 1985 to 1987. The cartoon followed a family residing in Orbit City at some unknown point in the future (although original press materials said it was set in 2062, a century from the original 1962 premiere).

Consider this: we are now a mere 45 years away from 2062. So we’re closer to 2062 than we are to 1962. Crazy, right?

But back to the Jetsons.

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The Blah Grays

As I mentioned in the last post, I kicked off my writing this year making short, daily entries in my 2017 planner. Most days, I just notate the weather and my thoughts on it. Well today I noted that it’s the 4th consecutive day of dreary gray skies and rain—otherwise known as a Blah Gray day. (The added bonus of today are the high winds.)

If you don’t know what a blah gray day is, then you probably live on an island in the tropics where you see the sun 364 days of the year. And the other day really isn’t an entire day, but short spurts of rainy weather that are spread across the year. (And please tell me where you live because I would like to live there too.)

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A New Year & A New Blog

I still haven’t caught up to the fact that this is 2017. (I swear parts of last year fast-forwarded because they went by in such a blur.) But here we in another new year (and almost one month done of this new year). But where I would normally write about making resolutions on how I plan on eating healthier, organizing better, walking more, or keeping a diary, prepare for a shock. I didn’t make resolutions <gasp!> this year.

Every year before this one I have made resolutions. And then subsequently failed to keep every.last.one. (I think I failed to meet the diary-writing resolution every year since 1986). I not only made resolutions, I wrote them down, made check-lists, and used other goal-achieving strategies. I joined groups, tracked progress, and told others about them (for the “accountability”). But I still failed. Usually by March.

And failure sucks.

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