Yeah, I’m a little bit late on this one. I’ve been a little bit late for a while. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with this blog and with my year in general because, you know, that’s what one does this time of year.
I only made one formal resolution: Read that damn pile of 50 books again.
If you’ve ever looked at this blog for more than two minutes, you probably know that I used to read a lot. I signed up to read 50 books for the Goodreads Challenge and completed it every year for several – I even hit 64 one year – and then I totally fell off the wagon. I’m not quite sure what happened, but it probably had something to do with starting round two of grad school. That and being bored with blogging and feeling like writing about every book had become a job.
Translation: I’m going to read fifty books this year, dammit, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to write about them.
Some of them, the particularly interesting ones, I might. Who knows, I might even get back into book blogging. (Really, though, that’s doubtful, as my final year of grad school – it better be ever – begins in about a week, and this lovely excess of time I’ve been enjoying for just under a month is about to end. Meh.
As for the blog, I’d like to post more. Note that I haven’t turned it into an Official Resolution, but I’ll call it a plan. (I also plan to spend less time in the Facebook Black Hole, but I’m already failing miserably at that one, soooo) I have some fun stories and photos from Christmas I’d like to share, but we’ll see if I get around to it. This post is a good start.
Okay, I’ll talk about books for just one minute. I just finished my first book of the year last night, Wildwood by Colin Meloy. Yes, the Colin Meloy of the Decemberists, and no, until about three weeks ago, I had no idea he’d written a book or I would have read it a while ago. If you’re familiar with the Decemberists, this book is just about what you’d expect if the lead singer wrote a children’s book (that really fits better into YA but the main characters are 12 and no one asked me, etc). It’s dark, it’s fantasy, and there are beautiful illustrations throughout (by Meloy’s wife, Carson Ellis). (Carson Ellis also did the illustrations for The Mysterious Benedict Society, a fairly popular kids’ book that I really didn’t like. The illustrations were lovely, though!) You don’t have to be a kid or a teenager to enjoy this book. And even better: it’s the first in a trilogy. I’ll be reading through those in short order, though I’m diverting to the much less fantastical The Omnivore’s Dilemma, which downright terrifies me.