Before you sign me off as a Grinch, please know that I’m just as big a fan of Christmas as you are.
I like the joyful anticipation of Christmas. I like that families get together and celebrate. I like giving (and getting!) presents, not to mention the alluring sales. I like the way streets and houses are festively decorated. I like the cheerful songs, the flavours and the scents that make Christmas such a marvelous time of the year.
Yet, I hold on to my opinion. Christmas is not special.
Christmas is not special without Christ.
I have completed my 2011 Goodreads Reading Challenge.
This you already know, because I shared about it here. What you don’t know and what some of you have asked me is HOW I did that.
Fifty books a year is a modest accomplishment. I’ve come across people who are seriously impressive readers, and manage to devour an extraordinary 250+ books/year.
So, although I do understand that it is only a small feat, I am very grateful to all of you who’ve celebrated this important achievement with me. I’d hug you all, if I could.
These fifty books/year leave people surprised. Some think that I read 24/7 in order to be able to do this. Others think that it would never be possible in their case, that you need some sort of supernatural abilities. None of these are true. Reading, like most anything, can be learned.
Back to the HOW. How did I read 50 books this past year?
I’d like to brag about the books I recently bought.
I don’t do this often, but can’t promise I won’t do it again. You see, I bought 7 books in English for only about $10, at the Christmas Charity Bazaar, in Chisinau. They are second-hand books, but some of them are true gems. So how can I NOT brag about them?