2024

It has been a long time since I have read so few books in one year. In addition to the measly 28 books I finished in 2024 I did not finish maybe an additional 10 or so. Even pushing that number up to 38 would have been one of the slowest years on record since my 20s.

The following things may have been part of the problem:

I spent longer on books that I eventually abandoned than I would have in past.
I decided on June 3rd to sell my house in DC and move to Minneapolis. This diverted both mental and physical focus from reading.
Once I moved to Minneapolis in August I found myself with a social life. (Mission accomplished.)

I’m not beating myself up for my poor performance, but it’s not something I would like to repeat in 2025. It’s already feeling like a more readerly year.

2024 sent me even further back into the wayback machine than previous years. I’ve always been prone to read older fiction. Then Tr*mp came along in 2016 and I wanted to read stuff that existed before anyone knew who he was. Then Covid happened and the perpetual snowday feeling of almost a year and half of lockdown had me craving old fashioned cozy even more than ever. Then John died and that had me searching for more comfort. And now fuckface is back in power. Will I ever read a new book ever again? Hard to know.

There were also a lot of rereads in 2024. Out of the 28 books I read, 17 of them were rereads. That is a little bananas.