End of the Year

I just wanted to point out that I read 26 books this year. Pretty good I think. I'm not going to list them here, but I just wanted to record that for my history. More than I have read most years, but I have no idea what the high is. I might have read more in 2007, but probably not because I didn't start until May, since I hadn't graduated until then. I wish I would have read more, just because there is books that I have waiting to be read, but I just didn't have time to read more. Maybe if I was a faster reader... (ha ha) But I just don't have more time than that. I have a house to clean, children to feed, children to diaper, etc... I didn't even have time for the books I did read.
Last of all, you could claim the caliber of books that I read wasn't that high. That maybe true, but I'm not ashamed. I didn't get a degree in Literature this year, and I also wasn't trying. I could say I wish I read more classics, but that isn't true, if I really wanted to I would have picked one up. I read for entertainment and fluff. My brain is racked to the max with caring for my family, beyond the Book of Mormon, I don't have the energy anything heavy. Which is why I read an embarrassing amount of Amish Christian Romance Novels this fall, with MBA classes, it was either that or crappy sitcoms with PG-13 jokes.
Anyway, these books in a way represent who I was this past year. They tell a story, of where I was in my life, and what I had to do. Even if its a story that you can't see.