Today is the first of January and a traditional time for people to make promises that they have no intention of keeping. So it seems fitting that I lay out my plans for my blog because chances are, my life will become so hectic again that I fail to live up to my promises. A common thread I’ve been coming back to on Instagram these days is one of setting goals. In that context, it is mostly about TBRs and the negative impact they can have on your reading. I’m not the kind of person who likes to set herself reading goals because I don’t see reading as a competitive sport. I’m not active on my Goodreads account so maybe that explains my lack of drive. I just don’t see what the number of books you read in a year has to do with you as a person. Why do some feel the need to constantly brag about it? If anything, I’d find it suspicious if people were getting through too many books a year. I mean, how well can they be reading each individual book? What are they sacrificing in the rest of their lives to give so much time over to reading? I work 9-10 hour shifts 5 days a week. I simply don’t have the time to read that much… or at least I don’t if I want to get enough sleep to be able to function at a physically demanding job. It’s something that has always confused me about certain members of the bookish community. It’s as if there are better readers than others and the only way to tell is by keeping a tally of the books they’ve read. This is bollocks.