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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