Hello book lovers and welcome to Bookhemian Rhapsody.
This is a blog born of a horrifying realisation: I’ll never read all the good books.
I’ve done the numbers.
I’m 33 now, so if I live to the average Australian male life expectancy age of 80 – and I’m not afflicted with blindness or debilitating mental infirmity in the meantime – I’ve got 47 years of reading to go.
With a full-time job and two young kids I’m currently averaging about 30 books a year.
I thought that was a decent effort until I did the math: if that average continues, I’ll only read another 1400 books before I die.
A devastatingly small number: 1400. Not enough. Nowhere near enough.
Clearly, something has to change. So this year I’m going to read 52: one book per week.
It’s a daunting task. Clearly, I’ll have to make some sacrifices: fewer TV shows and video games. Less time trawling Twitter and Facebook. And much, much less housework.
Just kidding, dear wife. I love books – the way they look and feel and smell almost as much as the stories they contain – but this resolution won’t come at the expense of my family life.
It won’t be easy but this blog is designed to help me stick to this new target. By making it public – even if no one ever reads what I write here – I’m making it harder for myself to chicken out.
And if I can do it this year I can do it every year.
That way I’ll squeeze in another 2444 books before I shed this mortal coil.
Hmm, it doesn’t sound like many does it?