During this very strange and unsettling year I managed to read 116 books. The most that I’ve read since signing up for the Goodreads Challenge was 133 which I read in 2016 and again in 2018. I can’t say that I’ve had any problems with reading during the pandemic, but I have very much missed mooching around in second-hand bookshops. That’s probably my favourite pastime, that and mooching around in antique/junk/reclamation/rake around shops and markets.
It’s just not the same looking at books online, there’s no chance of stumbling across a book that you didn’t even realise you were looking for or even existed. In normal times towards the back end of a year I would tell Jack to put any books I had bought away and wrap them up for Christmas for me. It’s a failsafe way of getting something you really want and I always forget what they are anyway, so they’re always a nice surprise. I often find that real surprises aren’t so nice!
You can see my 2020 Goodreads books here. It was a fairly good reading year. I think my favourite was Hilary Mantel’s The Mirror and the Light, but that might just be because I was just so glad to get my hands on it after such a long wait, it definitely didn’t disappoint though.