I love lists. Love them. I just usually don't actually take the time to write them down because I always end up abandoning them. But recently I have started lists of books. I started one to keep track of which Lee Child books I've read, and another one for Laurell K Hamilton's The Anita Blake series. This went over so well I reexamined my library list which I compiled in a notebook from many different sources then promptly abandoned. On the page after the general library list was a list of vampire books--with only one book listed. So I decided to indulge my curiosity and list out exactly which vampire books I had read and consequently rate them on a scale of 1-5 stars. As I was compiling this list with my sister (With a separate column for her rating on the books that we had both read) I commented that I'd always wanted to make a list of every book that I'd ever read, but the task was too daunting. I'd never actually started it because I knew there was no way to remember the books I had previously read, and so I abandoned that particular list before it even began. "That's not necessarily a problem," My sister told me. "You can just list the ones you remember and start from there." So what else was I supposed to do but spend the majority of the day (The first half being completely used up in being absorbed in a book, or course) compiling a list of every book that I can remember reading in the past three years, complete with ratings and multi-line comments? I mean, honestly.
And so I have it. Fifty-two of the many books I can remember reading, all but two or three complete with in depth comments about the quality of the book, the depth of the characters, the nature of the plot and so on. What has come over me?
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