I finished reading my hundredth book this year — T.C. Boyle’s Water Music.
Wahey! Next year it’s a new challenge. Neil and I have inherited (i.e. no one else wanted them) a collection of hardbacks, published as part of a Book of the Month type club that his dad belonged to. There are a couple of classics in there, but I’ve never heard of most of them. So this should be quite the challenge. I’m not known for being comfortable with anachronistic language.
They’ve been stored in the loft for decades, so the first order of business is to clean them up. Yay!
(We’re now in possession of a bunch of Neil’s old Ladybird books, too. Thank goodness for garages.)