I mentioned before that last year, after reading The Fringe Hours, I made it a goal of mine to read more. I used to love reading and devoured books, but as I’ve gotten older I haven’t always made that a priority so I thought I’d try and make it a goal. I didn’t tell anyone about it, but I set the goal in January of 2015 to read 12 books that year. Younger me would be appalled at that small number, but post-depression me saw it as a worthy goal. And I’m happy to report that I did it! I literally finished book 12 on December 31st. But I did it! That’s all that mattered to me. So this year, I set the goal to read one book a month. For those good with math, yes, that’s still 12 books in a year. Doesn’t mean I can’t read more (or less)…