If you’re on Goodreads, you probably know the average Reading Challenge for 2018 is about 51 books in 12 months. I read 136 books in 92 days for last summer’s adult reading program with the library. So what was a realistic but stretch-worthy goal for 12 months?
I set my goal at 200 books for the year. I was cruising along pretty well, picking up steam. The “brass ring” was in sight – six months early.
Let me explain. First the not so good news. Followed by the good news and some reading highlights thus far.
The Not-so-Good News:
I was closing in on my target goal of 200 books. I went to my Goodreads account today to add a few more completed titles to bring my total to 181. Suddenly, my reading progress vanished. Gone. Poof!
Has this happened to you?
Because not a single title entered over the past five-plus months remains in my Reading Challenge. Zip. Zero. Nada. I know the site was having trouble cataloging dates and updates. But zeroing out 181 books just like that?!
Well I’ll be et fer a tater.
I can’t possibly recreate the entire list from memory. (Yes, I reported the matter to Goodreads. No solution yet.)
The Good News:
Of course I’m discouraged. Not to mention a wee bit miffed. But I’m still reading. And while it’s not exactly cheery to have five+ months of titles wiped out due to “technical difficulties,” I’m going to keep reading. In fact, I’m aiming for another target. Think of it as Reading Challenge 2.0:
200 additional titles by the end of the year.
How does that sound? (Good thing I took a few screen shots awhile back, eh?)
Meanwhile, from some prior notes I jotted down, here are some highlights from my Reading Challenge 2018 (before The Great Poofery struck):
Most Whimsical or Disarmingly Charming:
What-the-Dickens, by Gregory Maguire.
A natural disaster, three kids, a 21 y.o. Language Arts cousin/babysitter. Skibbereens and a flying thing nsmed “Pepper” with lots of sass. Teeth. What’s not to love?
– The Faerieground series, by Beth Bracken and Kay Fraser.
Twelve quick, enchanting reads about BFFs Soli and Lucy. One is far more than she seems at first glance, esp, when soneone’s made a wish inside the Willow Forest!
Most Interesting Biogs or Autobiogs:
New York to Paris – Charles A. Lindbergh.
Flying by instruments-only through fog at 1,500nft. over the Mid-Atlantic? Ay! Yi! Yi! Also white caps, porpoises, and “Which way is Ireland?”, the London-Paris runway and the Eiffel Tower.
Man O’ War – Walter Farley
Gripping Historical fiction about one of the greatest Thoroughbred champions to ever set hooves on a race track.
Look For Me By Moonlight.
Forget the silver stakes and garlic. Find an artist friend with a cliffside workshop and a hot stove! And whatever you do, don’t fall for some sweet-talking “30 something” dude in black who comes to stay at your Dad’d rustic, isolated inn in thd dead of winter!
172 Hours on the Moon – Johan Harstad
After yeats of budget cuts and stalled space exploration, NASA is going back to the moon, this time with three teens aboard. Once they hit the lunar surface, everything goes sideways. And astronauts start dying. Will Mia, Midori or Antoine ever see earth again?
Most Intriguing or Surprising
The Adoration of Jenna Fox – Mary E. Pearson
Hauntingly poignant and powerful, this intriguing story explores family relationships, bio/medical ethics, how far a parent might go to save a loved one, and what it means to be “human.” Earned a rare five-star rating from me.
Fairest – Marissa Meyer
A taut, compelling tale dripping with palace intrigue, rivalry and jealousy, misplaced love, blind ambition and utter corruption. Masterfully crafted. Couldn’t put it down!
Anchor in the Storm – Sarah Sundlin.
Finally. A “romance”” novel that isn’t a romp through the local garbage dump.
This uplifting, engaging story offers solid characters who are both winsome and flawed. They’re wholesome without being sappy. The clever “whodunit” plot has perfect pacing while the love story deftly combines faith, hope, tenacity, and integrity. Superb historical fiction plus plenty of surprising plot twists to keep you guessing!
Just about anything by Marguerite Henry, C.W. Anderson, and Scott O’Dell.
Note About My Reviews: I hold to the axiom: “The repeated use of profanity is the hobgoblin of little minds.” Hence, no book that uses same gets high marks from me. Ever. Far as I’m concerned, if an author can’t express him/herself without “turning the air blue,” then s/he is a lousy, lazy author. Period.
Now. Back to square one. And a new Reading Challenge.
How’s yours coming?