Another new year walked in, laughed at me and has begun trotting.
Every year, at least, for the last couple of years, I have been failing in my Reading List Challenge that I set for myself.
And every new year, I decide to change things.
This year I looked at my bookshelf (dusty from disuse) and the precarious, leaning tower of books on the bed in the reading room (the unused room that almost made it as a library) and I decided I don't have the energy to make any resolutions.
So I decided I will still try reading without any 'Challenge' to challenge me.
Ah, what a bore!
