Book Lists Including A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
I tend to read voraciously, but I've never set an actual goal for myself, and never really thought to do so. Then I became a flight attendant, which was short-lived because it is nowhere near as glamorous as it sounds; I spent a of time sitting in the bowels of JFK waiting for flight assignments. As much as this sucked, it certainly gave me a lot of time for focused reading. A flight attendant I roomed with mentioned that she had set a fifty-book goal for the year for herself, and knowing my tendency to blaze through several titles at a time and then ignore books altogether for what could possibly amount to months I decided I would attempt to accomplish the same. These are the fifty I got through, ranked in order from favorite to least favorite. While some might question the amount of graphic fiction in helping me to reach this goal, I say to you: some of the print in that shit is TINY.