Reading Paranoia...

So, I set this goal challenge for myself on Goodreads at the beginning of the year.

I set it at 150 because last year I challenged myself to like 200something and never even got close. 

I've been reading like a freaking maniac for a year... Erotica, romance novels, YA contemporary, mystery, YA paranormal, trilogies (because everything is a trilogy), that goddamn Shades of Grey bullshit...

For like 4 months now it's like every time I look at the goal challenge stats, I was nowhere close to 150. It was maddening. I was beginning to despair. I really felt like I must be reading slower as I age. Seriously, reading paranoia was setting in.  

This morning while I was calculating my chances of reading 31 books before the end of the year and then complaining on Twitter about it, as you do, I read  the 'fine print' of the Goodreads reading challenge. It's actually not that fine. It's pretty large font and it's pretty visible. It's just that I NEVER saw it until today.

"All books must have a date read set to count towards goal."  (paraphrasing)  

DUDE.  

I don't always set the date read. In fact, I find it so irritating because what business is it of anyone when I read a book that I have purposely NOT SET IT FOR MANY OF THE BOOKS I READ... FOR A YEAR... LONGER THAN A YEAR...EVER SINCE I JOINED GOODREADS. 

 Heavy sigh filled with obliviousness. 

Do I feel like a jerk? A dolt? A loser?  YES. 

So I was going to just delete the whole damn challenge and try again next year, but then I spent 30 minutes going through books read and setting dates. Screw that. Those stupid Shades of Grey books are going to count. Goddammit.  

I didn't set all the books. I left off the Harlequin Romances and some other books because, whatever, I know what I read and when I read it.   And, in case, you didn't know before now, I really hate the Shades of Grey books, but I read all three of those fucking things and I'll be damned if anyone is taking those wasted hours away from me.

Anyway....

Goal Exceeded.  

 

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