Did I discover my love of lists via Anatasia Krupnik?
Or was it the third-grade read-a-thon?
Maybe it was simply a love of fresh notebooks? And, then, spreadsheets? Over the years, my book tally, mounting since 1990, became data. Which, it turns out, is another way to demonstrate my love of books. The figures reflect intense reading. But between the lines? It never feels like enough.
Although I’ve always read a lot, my reading habit intensified both when I worked in a bookshop and, later, when I discovered Madison Smartt Bell’s Narrative Design, which revealed just how much one can learn about writing, simply by virtue of reading. Close reading. Because I wanted to be a better writer, I began by being a better reader. It became an act of devotion. Also, I didn’t have many friends.
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These statistics are pulled from 2010 through 2018, a period of 2,816 days. That’s like reading a book a day for more than six of those years.
Works in Translation
In my last year’s reading, I visited 27 countries on the page. Of the books read, 36% of them were penned by writers of colour, including 29 books by indigenous authors. Of the authors in my stacks, 63% identify as female, which goes toward addressing the imbalance of reading in my school years. In 2018, there were also 47 illustrated volumes, 14 collections of stories, and 31 translated works. This year, I’ll continue to read diversely and voraciously. For more about 2018? Here. And 2019? Here. And 2020’s plans? Here.