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I have read my 100th book of this year.

In 2016, I hit that milestone on December 20. In 2017 it was on November 23. And this year it was a couple days ago, on October 18. (Don't worry, I don't just remember these facts; I posted about them at the time...)

I don't even know what to think about having hit the 100-book mark more than a month earlier than last year, which was in turn was a month earlier than the previous year? And this while also doing grad school??

I mean, I know there are some un-fun reasons (like that so much of the time I feel so unwell that I can't do much more than lie around reading or listening to audiobooks; and also that I can definitely be weirdly compulsive about reading – the more stressed I get about other things in my life, the more obsessively I seem to pursue my want-to-read list). As well as, of course, the fun reasons (I genuinely love to read, I read fast, and I like to read a wide array of things, so I'm often reading multiple books at once).

At any rate, this definitely means I'm going to easily break last year's record of 114 books in a year. :-) (I'm already, uh, on book 103. And it's still not nearly the end of October.)

Anyway, book number 100 was Colson Whitehead's The Intuitionist, and having that end up as my book #100 was entirely fitting for this topsy turvy year, because it happens to be the one I started reading while I was back in the US over the summer, didn't quite have time to finish before I went back to Europe, and only finally picked it up again now that I'm back in the US, after a two-month break.