Instead of making New Year’s Resolutions for 2024, I started keeping count of things I’d like to do more or less of this year. One of the main things on the ‘more’ list was reading.
It’s something I literally never regret dedicating time to do and one of the activities I enjoy the most when I’m into it. Every time I walk into a bookshop I feel completely overwhelmed by how absolutely unbelievably magical it is that all these books exist and simultaneously horrified by how few of them I’ll ever read. Both because there are literally millions of books in the world and I’ve probably got max another 70 years of reading in me (if I’m lucky) but also because, like most of us, my attention span has been destroyed by constant scrolling. Some of my best book reading years have been stolen by watching reels of complete strangers’ holidays on Instagram, frantically trying to work out if a girl I went to school with 20-years ago and haven’t spoke to since has broken up with her boyfriend and excha…