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Like many, I made New Year’s resolutions, knowing I would fall off the resolution wagon around about now. True to form, I have lost no weight, have eaten no extra daily vegetables, and walking every day is… well hey, it’s -13C with a windchill and ice. There is, however, one resolution that I am pretty close to on track with, ie, to read a book a week, every week for 2025.
This is not a new habit. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been a reader ever since I learned to read. If I’m not writing, I’m reading. It’s my escape from reality, and God knows we all want to disappear from that right now.
In the recent past, my reading habits have taken a beating. You might wonder how can that be? I work in a library. I am surrounded by wordy temptation every time I enter my workplace. Well, the pandemic hit. We suddenly became ‘essential workers’, coping with all sorts of situations that we’d never faced before and for which we were under-trained, both in and out of the workplace. Somehow, the effort of starting a new novel became too much. I wasn’t alone. Many others struggled to keep up their reading routines both then and now. I knew that once the burned-out phase and the shock were over, I’d get back into my reading groove. It was spotty at first and took a while. Then came time for the New Year’s resolution.
Teetering on the Edge 