I have been reflecting on what I’m reading. I recently decided that one of my past strengths had disappeared. I vowed to rectify this. That strength was an insatiable appetite for books. Not digital, actual, real books. The book’s smell and the pages’ feel had been lost. This loss occurred over the past few decades.
I started slowly. I picked up a copy of The New Spring by Robert Jordan as a test. It ticked a few boxes based on my past interests, and I wanted to see how it went. It took a while to make it a habit, and now I am diving headfirst.
Moved on to the 14, yes 14, novels in the series by Jordan, The Wheel of Time. It is a daunting task. I am setting a pattern for myself to continue with this task. I will complete 1 of the 14. Then, I’ll read a classic off my reading list. Next, I’ll tackle a modern novel. After that, I will return to the next in the Jordan series. Wish me luck.
Also, note to myself, add Goodreads to the main page.