Every year I track my reading on Goodreads, but also in a Google Form I made myself. I appreciate that it populates a spreadsheet and that it collects the data into charts and graphs with no effort on my part. I change it up from year to year as I try to narrow in on the type of information I'm really trying to find out, but honestly in 2021, I just didn't care as much.
I mostly like the books I choose. Almost like I know my own taste. The coveted "All the stars" ratings went mostly to re-reads.
This chart makes even more sense when you look at the following chart:
Most of my reading is sponsored by the public library, and most of the rest of it comes from my own classroom. Slightly backlist books are the result. I still am sure that I read a lot more current releases than I did before I started blogging.
What's interesting to me about this one is that about 1/4 of the books I read were for adults, but hardly any of my favorites from the year were. I had more favorite MG novels than adult novels! (See yesterday's post for titles.)
I still read majority white authors, but 2020 was the first time I dropped below 80% white authors. This year I wasn't making such a conscious effort, and I still kept it at a lower percentage. There are so many good books in all genres by a wide range of people.
I got frustrated with all the genre overlap, so I kept it simple this year. And this is about what I would have predicted. I do like my spec fic!
Also not surprising. I read mostly physical books. Sometimes I can only find a book online. I keep my subscription to Scribd for a reason!
As for my Goodreads tracking...the numbers never quite add up, since I don't always count picture books, or I might add books I skimmed for practical purposes (cookbooks, knitting books) in one area but not the other. And there's always some I just plain forget--like, I had the first 3 and book 5 of the Bosch books recorded, but not the 4th one, which I definitely read as well. It's an approximation, but a decent one. I definitely had an off year overall, as the following shows:
My oldest data is from 2014, pre-dating both blogging and my Google Forms. I'd been on GR for several years before then, but either hadn't set a goal or maybe they didn't do that yet? At any rate, I blew past my book-per-week goal, so the next year I upped it a bunch, and blew past that too. That's when I started blogging. In 2016 I became a reading teacher (I'd taught ELD and language arts before). So 234 books was the new normal!
Barely a hundred books! How can it be? Well, actually, I have a list of reasons.
Another excited year of reading a ton in 2017, but then I started to ease up a bit. It wasn't necessary to read 200 books a year. It wasn't necessary to put pressure on myself either, so I dropped my goal to one I knew I'd blow by in the summer. Still, I wasn't reading much less. Then came the pandemic:
and while you might think I had more time than ever to read, the truth was I had less ability to focus and when school started up in person again in fall of 2020, absolutely no free time. It was insane, and my books read dropped to under 150.
Then there's this year:
1. I spent five weeks traveling this summer, and read very little during what is normally my most productive reading time.
2. Everything that was true of 2020 in terms of higher anxiety and less ability to focus was still true.
3.Ask me how many hours I spent playing on my phone in the last two years--THOSE numbers have certainly gone way up.
4. My eyes, sadly, get more tired more easily, and partly as a result, I didn't participate in any read-a-thons.
But really, all of the other reasons were primarily variations of #2. I'm not beating myself up about it though, or worried. There's a pandemic going on, and we cope how we cope. I still read a lot compared to the average bear, and it still brings me joy. It's just interesting to see the ebb and flow.
Happy holidays, whatever you do or do not celebrate. Here's a few photos to make this a less formal and boring post.
Christmas morning reflection
My sister and my coworker have decided I'm a hedgehog lady. When they give me things like this, I suspect they are correct.
I'm knitting my first full sweater in about 25 years. So far, so good.
My secret Santa at work gave me this fabulous puzzle.
I made my own wreath with tree and yard clippings. That's a rose up there, believe it or not.
I got way more into cookie baking this year than I have in several years.