Stephen King reads 80 books a year. That’s right. Let that number sink in. Chew on it. Weep in jealousy. Feel my pain.
Really, Stephen? That’s ballsy. You write what seems like20 books a year and now you go ahead and brag that you have the time to read 80 as well? Hell, that’s reading on steroids. But whatever you’re on, I want to have it.
While I will probably never live up to Mr. King’s boastful yet impressive number, his inspiration lives on.
I have been dutiful in keeping a book journal for the past two years (yes, yes, I know I should have began one long ago). Recording the dates books have been started and finished, my own chicken scratch reviews of each story are all kept in a tattered notebook.
I have a vision that one day my future child will find the book journal and be amazed at how well-read their mother is. Either that or they’ll think me incredibly lame for having kept one and in that case I’d like to say in the most adult way possible: Screw-you-future-child-Jenny-or-Andy, you’re the lame one, not me.
Since we’re nearly halfway through the year I’d thought I’d post my grand total starting from January 1, 2011.
No judgments people. This is what I have mustered so far…
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson
Doomed Queens [non-fic]
The Lady in the Tower – The Fall of Anne Boleyn [non-fic] by Alison Weir
Damn Sure Right by Meg Pokrass
Sweet Valley Confidential by Francine Pascal et al
Light in August by Faulker – I quit this book on page 50 so it doesn’t really count. As painful as it was to quit I couldn’t do it. More on this topic later.
The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls
What May Have Been by Gary Percesepe and Susan Tepper
Looking this list over, I must step up my game. Maybe one day I’ll near 20 a year. But until then…
…Next book on the agenda is Rob Lowe’s Stories I Only Tell My Friends.
I’m coming for you Rob. You hear me?