Lainey Lui coined a new word – inlectio – earlier this year. it’s two Latin words that translate to ‘not reading’. (New words like this make me glad I took Latin for three years in high school.) She wrote about struggling to read books during the pandemic. I also struggled with this on and off throughout 2020. Books took longer to jump out at me as I scrolled through the library website. They took longer to read as my attention span was much lower and constantly interrupted by doomscrolling (another new word for 2020).
I still read books, and I read 62 books this year. But I read in fits and spurts. Usually I always have at least one book on the go, and this year, I sometimes went weeks between books. We did travel at the beginning of the year (the Before Times), and I always read lots when I travel so that added to my book count.
But it’s January 9th, and I haven’t really read much of anything yet this year. I’m late writing this annual post. What’s bothering me most of all is that I look at this list, and I usually remember at least one thing from nearly every book I read. For 2020’s books, there are some that I have No Idea what happened. I hate that feeling. It feels disrespectful to the authors.
I relied on the library to feed my Kobo but also bought a couple of physical books as well. Here is my year in books on Goodreads.
Here’s hoping 2021 is a better year for reading. Here are the books I read this year:
