100th book in 2016
Dec. 21st, 2016 10:05 pmI just read my 100th book of this year – finished it last night, in fact.
Once again, lately I've been reading 2 or 3 or 4 books simultaneously (one at home...one at work...one on audiobook...sometimes more just because?) so even after I finished book #99, it wasn't necessarily clear which would be the book I finished next, thus making it officially #100.
And then I decided, you know what, I wanted #100 to actually be something a bit special – something I chose for myself, not just whatever I arbitrarily happened to be reading at the time. So I picked something off my want-to-read list specifically for the occasion that would be a fun, quick read, but also feel right for the occasion. Thus book #100 was:
"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" by Agatha Christie.
It felt fitting as a classic, and a classically cleverly written book. Back when I read "And Then There Were None" for the
online_bookclub, I also read "Murder on the Orient Express" – both of them excellent examples of Christie's virtuosity with the whodunit structure, in very different ways – and my librarian colleague told me I really had to read "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" as well, that it was the best of the best when it came to Christie's clever twists. So now seemed like the time to pluck it from the "want to read list" and have a little classic Agatha Christie jaunt for my 100th book of the year.
When I got to work this morning and told my colleague I'd read 100 books this year, he didn't react all that much... Apparently, it took him all day to process that fact, because near the end of the day he looked at me and said, "Wait, you've read a hundred books this year?"
Once again, lately I've been reading 2 or 3 or 4 books simultaneously (one at home...one at work...one on audiobook...sometimes more just because?) so even after I finished book #99, it wasn't necessarily clear which would be the book I finished next, thus making it officially #100.
And then I decided, you know what, I wanted #100 to actually be something a bit special – something I chose for myself, not just whatever I arbitrarily happened to be reading at the time. So I picked something off my want-to-read list specifically for the occasion that would be a fun, quick read, but also feel right for the occasion. Thus book #100 was:
"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" by Agatha Christie.
It felt fitting as a classic, and a classically cleverly written book. Back when I read "And Then There Were None" for the
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When I got to work this morning and told my colleague I'd read 100 books this year, he didn't react all that much... Apparently, it took him all day to process that fact, because near the end of the day he looked at me and said, "Wait, you've read a hundred books this year?"