The title is self explanatory, really. Also, I’m wearing pyjamas and sitting on my bed because it’s raining, a standard state of affairs for the next 3 months. *sigh*
So remember way back in January when I wrote this post (during my ‘off’ week, as well. As co-bloggers Shanti and I each write for one week, then have a rest for the next.) about my 2015 reading goals? Today I’m going to do an update about where I am with them, and talk about the importance of branching out.
Writing down everything I read– I’m pretty sure I’ve done this. I’m a few books behind right now. *consults calendar* but I think I got them all. I read 15 in January, 10 in February, 5 in March, 5 in April, maybe 3 (I couldn’t remember) in May, and so far 9 in June. That’s a grand total of something like 48. So that actually went quite well. I used my calendar to write down what I finished each month. Can you guess which months I had school and which month I had exams? ( the amount of books I read appears inversely proportional to the amount of schoolwork I have. I should write an equation.)
- Read some classics- I’ve only read Jane Eyre, so far, which was quite good. I should probably read more classics, but they’re so much work!
- Review more books- I’ve only reviewed what I’ve posted, so that’s not that much, but probably more than I did in 2014.
- Read some nonfiction- This has gone semi-well. I’m about 50 pages through Collapse by Jared Diamond (but I have been for 3 weeks so that doesn’t quite count), I read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, and yesterday I finished City of Djinns by William Dalyrymple.( that was summer reading though, so does it count?). I also have to read In Cold Blood for summer homework.
- Read the newspaper- I’ve read it a bit, maybe one article a week. But I prefer the fun ones about science or random funny news or opinions to actual things that are happening.
- Read in Hindi- This has utterly failed. I haven’t read in Hindi at all and my skills are deteriorating (although being fully immersed for 3 days two weeks ago probably didn’t hurt) except reading quarter of a page of a Hindi Bible, which I found super difficult for some reason.
So why do I want to branch out? I could just read fluffy contemporaries and be happy. But sometimes, by branching out, you discover a new genre, or new type of book you love. I thought Jane Eyre was amazing ( although I didn’t like the ending) even though it was hard work to read and took me over a month to get through. A few years ago, I thought I only like fantasy- until I discovered dystopia. Later, I discovered contemporary and now I enjoy a lot of genres. If I had looked at, say, the People of Sparks (my first dystopia) and said ‘that sounds dumb. I’ll read Harry Potter.’ then I wouldn’t have discovered a whole genre I liked. Even if I don’t really like every genre, even if there’s a book that’s a genre I love, that doesn’t make it good. I don’t want to miss a really good book just because it’s the wrong genre. Just like ‘judging a book by it’s cover’ or a person before you really know them, choosing books for their genre is very close minded and makes it extremely easy to miss a gem. Sometimes, with non fiction or classics, it might be harder than reading something you’re used to, but it can make you wiser or see the world in a different way than if you’d stayed with your favourite genre, clinging like a stubborn blind limpet that doesn’t want to see the world.
Did/do you have reading goals? Have you ever learned something from branching out? (and it doesn’t just have to be with books) What’s your favourite genre? Tell me!