Last year was, well, a bust. I managed to read only 69 books even though I wasn’t working most of the time because of my pregnancy. You would think that with all that free time I’ll sit on my ass and get some more reading done. Yeah… no.
Last year I’ve made a similar post with a very long and compulsive list of books I felt I should read – all those I had at home gathering dust and calling to be read. Unfortunately life got the better of me and I got carried away with planning a wedding, honeymoon, trips and generally working so I got nowhere near where I wanted to be.