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31 Days: Read


Seven years ago, I had another blog and I did a post on the number of books I had. For today's post on read, I decided to revisit the number of books I own. I developed some categories in case I decided to pick one to tackle. Here is the count:

Theology: 96
Travel: 61
Self-help: 52
Fiction: 40
Literature: 38
Nonfiction: 16
Home: 8
Fitness: 7

And on my Kindle, I have 168 books. I didn't categorize those other than to count that I've read 17 of them. (Thank you book club!)

In case you think all 318 of those books are displayed neatly like the photo above, here's a photo of another shelf that is more realistic.


I won't bore you with a photo of the boxes of books that I have. Or the screen of my Kindle.

I thought this would depress me to count all of the unread books but instead it has inspired me to read more. I use the excuse that I read all day at work but really it's so much easier to veg in front of the tv, especially at the beginning of the new season when my DVR is 92% full but as I looked through the shelves, boxes, and screens, I got excited again, just like I did when I ordered all of these books.

Jon Acuff, one of my favorite bloggers, has been keeping us posted on his effort to read 100 books in a year. I may make this my goal for next year. I promise to keep you all posted if I do.

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