It definitely looks like this year has been a bust for reading. I haven't made it to one book club meeting all year. And my ambitious reading list goes mostly unfinished. I usually start each year with 12 books that keep me on a path for the year. One book I plan to read per month and the rest are whatever comes along.
This year--in spite of knowing there was no way around being consumed by work--I made that starting list somewhere closer to 20. It was probably wishful thinking or denial or hubris. Maybe all three.
Now as the year will end in less than three months, my list for next year will be simple. I'm just going to scoot everything over to the 2013 column. Come what may.