It seems like time keeps pushing me faster and faster through life because this year seriously arrived, tipped its hat, and left with a flourish of its coat that it never took off. With that, however, this year was really the year where I read books. Quite a few books actually.

Okay, I read books annually, but they’ve always been casual when I’ve “found the time to read” or when I’ve scrambled together a few minutes between classes. As much as I would love to always be in the sanctuary of green leaves and tall trees reading for long whiles desirable books of my choosing (meaning they weren’t assigned to me), that typically gets planned in advance. And prepared for.