So I was somewhat surprised when, only two-thirds through the year, I passed it. Now, as I approach the year-end, it seems I’ll have read – gulp! – 96 books at around 29,000 pages. Even knowing that monitoring behaviour can bring about a change in the desired direction, an increase of over 50% seems rather a lot. I’m wondering if, in the process of becoming a book blogger, I’ve turned into an addict.
Although not a conscious choice, and not something I monitor particularly carefully, I seem to favour female authors and, perhaps unsurprisingly, there’s a predominance of both British and North American writers. I’ve also read seven novels in translation, of which I’ve reviewed only three, with the reviews of my two favourites coming soon.
I'd hoped to include more in this post on my general approach to reviews, especially as Norah asked on this blog a few months back if I read differently for reviews. I didn’t give her a very good answer at the time and I don’t think I can do much better now. And neither is much of an advancement on what I said on a post over a year ago. I think I read with a mixture of mindsets: for my personal pleasure; for something new (hopefully) to write on the blog; for my learning about what, in fiction, works and doesn’t work.