In the last few years, I’ve developed a strange reading habit, for lack of a better term. For some reason, I don’t like having books “carry over” from one year into the next. With the close of this year rapidly approaching, I’ve started to think about that habit a bit more and it seems a rather far fetched habit to maintain. Why does it matter if a book is started in December and finished in January?

Do you have any odd bookish or reading habits and routines?

December is typically a very bad time for my seasonal depression, so I’m going to try and not make it worse by imposing strange deadlines on myself. If I’m reading a book or two or ten when December makes the shift into January, so what? I don’t think the world is going to end because of when I finished a book.