I’m not a great maker of resolutions, particularly those that feel pressured in by the new year. Why make some sort of promise to yourself that is going to fall apart before the end of winter?
But this year, I would very much like to fall in love with reading again. Somewhere along the way (ahem, college) I stopped reading for pleasure – unless you count cheap romance novels procured at the used book store. But those don’t count. Those are bathtub books, downed in an afternoon.
I want to love stories the way I used to.
So there you have it.
An un-resolution for a new year.