Our bat actually comes from the Brandywine Art Museum when we visited the other month. Looks like the sale is over but it’s an annual event they have each year. I don’t know how we were lucky enough to find them on sale earlier, but here’s the post about the sale.
Happy New Year, now the count begins again. Despite my love of books I haven’t always read that much. I started keeping track in November of 1982 shortly after reading an Agatha Christie mystery for the second time and not realizing it until the big reveal at the end. Upon writing them all down I started counting. 1983, the first complete year recorded was 13. In the eighties the top was 20 and the lowest 5. The nineties were almost completely in the single digits except for a 13 and a year with 17. I don’t know what I was doing in 1995, but there were only 3.
By 2000 my indexing in the back of the journal and the journal itself was filling up so I had to start another. Still it wasn’t until 2014 that I broke out of the ingle digits with 12 that year, which seems like a reasonable goal I set for most of the years, even those where I fell very short. In 2013 I started counting audio books which I increasing listened to thanks to many hours on the road for my work. 2021 I recorded that I didn’t listen to any books. 2020 my traveling for work ended due to COVID19 and I read 16 books, a number only matched or exceeded three times before.
I track pages too. I read a wide variety of fiction and nonfiction and some books are very short and others very long. Years range from a low of 300 to 4,371. Both the number of books and the number of pages were beaten in 2022 with 30 books for a total of 7680 pages. they were:
Along the Maine Coast, by Dorothy Mitchell
Tales from Watershiip Down, by Richard Adams
Tales of the Maine Coast, by Noah Brooks (1894)
Henry Thoreau as Remembered by a Young Friend, by Edward Waldo Emerson
Twenty Days with Julian and Little Bunny, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Great Stone Face and Other Tales of the White Mountains, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Lucy Crawford’s History of the White Mountains, edited by Stearns Morse
The St. Lawrence, by Henry Beston
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog, by Dylan Thomas
This Very Ground, This Crooked Affair: A Mennonite Homestead on Lenape Land, by John Ruth
Nature Addresses and Lectures, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Way of Nature, by Zhuangzi
A Fugitive in Walden Woods, by Norman Lock
The Colonial Printer, by Lawrence Wroth
Adam Ramage and His Presses, by Milton Hamilton
A Yankee in Canada, by Henry David Thoreau
Gender Queer: A Memoir, by Maia Kobabe
Murder at Monticello, by Jane Langton
The Complete Maus, by Art Spiegelman
Letters to a Young Contrarian, by Christopher Hitchens
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, by Cheryl Strayed
The Weir, by Ruth Moore
Farnsy, byWilliam Anthony
They Called Us Enemy, by George Takei
The Pencil, by Henry Petroski
The Midcoast: A Novel, by Adam White
The Saint Adventurers of the Virginia Frontier, by Klaus Wust
Ah the digital life… if you can remember your phone. I suppose I’m actually a bit happy that I’m not so attached to mycell phone that I can’t forget it. Of course as I’m sitting here at Griddle and Grind without it and needing to make a phone call a tiny bit of me wishes I would be.
The cell phone is on that list of things in my life that despite its apps to locate now occupies too much time simply looking for it. When it’s lost it’s simply out of reach, not miles away so the apps don’t help. I even have a device on my keys to make it play a tune but the sound is still hard to locate and of course using it depends on my ability to locate my keys first. If I can’t find those I can use my phone to find them… oh that’s right. That’s what I’m looking for in the first place.