You have read 32 of 150 books. You are 43 books behind schedule.
Sigh. Here at the mid-year check-in, Goodreads declares that I am 43 books behind schedule. I've always enjoyed reading but tapered off in my 20s and early 30s. It's not that I didn't read, but I mostly read picture books to my boys or self-help books that I started with gusto and never managed to finish.
Reading Donalyn Miller's book "The Book Whisperer" and landing a job as a 4th grade teacher (prime time for igniting a love for reading!) kicked my tail into high gear. I couldn't tell my students to be a reader if I wasn't a reader. So, I dove into the wonderful world of middle grade literature. I started keeping track on Goodreads (social media-type site for book lovers) of the books I had read, and I could no longer say that reading was a dormant hobby:
2017 Reading Challenge - Congrats! You read 109 books of your goal of 100!
2018 Reading Challenge - Congrats! You read 199 books of your goal of 120!
2019 Reading Challenge - Congrats! You read 171 books of your goal of 119!
150 for this year seemed easy and do-able (Oh, and I do need to mention that these are chapter books, but some are easy chapter books that I read with my boys or to preview for them). I was still on track back in March. I remember standing in front of my class that Friday the 13th before our two-week-turned-rest-of-the-year break. I had them set reading goals for the next two weeks and take lots of books home.
For myself, I set a goal of 10 books for those two weeks. I envisioned tons of reading time during our days stuck at home.
Three and a half months later, I've finished two books. Both were ones that I read aloud to Carter and Calvin. And now I'm "43 books behind schedule." How did this happen? I think of three contributing factors:
- The stress of those early days meant nights of checking world and local news and checking on my friends' news (via Facebook) and debriefing the day with Lucas and not really being in the mood to read regular books.
- Pretty early on, I got a job teaching English online to kids in China through VIPKid. This meant teaching at night and/or going to bed early and then teaching in the early morning. My prime reading time (at night) had been altered drastically.
- I ended up quitting the 5th grade teaching position that I absolutely loved. Without having to be that constant example of a reader, I subconsciously lost motivation.
Fever Year: The Killer Flu of 1918 (Informational/Graphic Novel) - I finished this one on January 31, 2020. I had picked up several of Don Brown's informational graphic novel books to read, so this was just one from that stack. I still remember thinking how I couldn't imagine myself being in the era of the fever year. It just felt so far-removed from my reality, even with some news of the far-off-in-China corona virus. And now, we're living in a pandemic eerily similar. I didn't care for the slightly-creepy illustrations, but that added to the somber mood of the book.
I may be behind, but the year ain't over yet!
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