New year, new books. I only got through three in the first month, but the last one was a collection of twelve short stories, three novellas, and a novel – so not too shabby altogether. My aunt and I took an impromptu road trip to visit my other aunt and cousins for my birthday, and I enjoyed a wonderful weekend full of bubbly and books and birthday celebration.
Last year was a weird year that dragged on and on and on. Social distancing led to calls to stay at home led to lockdown after lockdown. Although I was homebound, I was lucky to still continue working. However, I was also lucky enough to get to travel a bit towards the end of the year, which meant time spent on planes (ideal reading time!).
In the last month of the year, I only made it through two books. This was not due to lack of time: the second just happened to be 924 pages long. I loved both books. Once I look back at all I read in 2020, I’m sure they’ll make the top ten.