...Except, perhaps, a feeling of satisfaction. I have just completed my 55th book this year. That's a record for me, and not one I set out to break/make. In fact, I'm a little shocked to realize how many books I've fit into this year so far, especially considering everything else going on in my life.
I've looked back to months in which I knew I was terribly busy, and those are often the months when I have the most books completed. Perhaps this is a reflection on my general approach to books: a form of escape or relaxation. If I'm incredibly busy, then those are the months when I fill my breakfast time and teeth-brushing time with books, when I sneak a few pages before falling to sleep, or bring a book with me on an office visit to the chiropractor.
So far, romance is winning as far as most book's in a genre read in the year—but it's only winning by one, and only because I combined paranormal romance and regular romance into one category. Otherwise, fantasy has been the winner this year. I've been lucky to have a lot of my favorite authors release one or two books this year, which definitely helps matters. The fact that I've got a Jacqueline Carey sitting on my shelf unread, and have had it since July, says a lot—that I've been busy, that I've been blessed with a lot of good books, that I'm silly for waiting and savoring it.
Anyway, I hope you all have been equally blessed with reading this year.