I didn't read that much growing up, but during my seminary years I not only gained an appreciation for reading, I actually began to love it, and nourished healthy reading habits.
Until 2013.
Last year I only read 9 books. Compare this with previous years:
Last year I only read 9 books. Compare this with previous years:
2008: 12 books.
2009: 17.
2010: 19.
2011: 26!
2012: 20.
Reading started to drop off in 2012. And then in 2013 it crashed.
2013 was a horrible year, there's no doubt about it; probably beating out 2001 by a hair, to take the 'worst year of my life' prize. And I'm pretty sure that my drop in reading is directly connected to the bad spell I was going through. I just couldn't be bothered to make the effort. What's the point. It's all going to hell in a hand basket anyways. Despondence. Acedia.
If this theory is correct, then I think it's fair to hope that this year will be a year where I do more reading.
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