This post is long overdue but I still wanted to acknowledge it and gloat about it. My New Year’s resolution for last year was to read 24 books; 2 books a month. I was doing so well in the beginning and towards the end, I lost track but I wasn’t going to give up when I was so close. I persevered and completed my goal a day before the year ended.

Looking back now, some of these books were too relatable. I don’t know if it was a form of foreshadowing but they mentally prepared me. I had no idea how any of these stories were going to end. Besides the Star Wars and Disney books, since those were books on my TBR list, all the others were just random pick-ups along the way. I would look at it and I knew I had to read it. Life works in mysterious ways. Whatever forces of nature were at play, thank you.

I didn’t set a reading goal this year but I already have 6 books on my TBR. I took a mini break from the Star Wars: The High Republic universe but I’m so ready to get back into it. I’m about to finish my first read of the year; Book 1, Phase 3 of The High Republic. The series ends this year so I really want to be in the moment with my other Star Wars friends when that last book gets released later this year.

My love for literature has only grown and it has mentally and emotionally helped my wellbeing. I had a hard time finding balance in my life last year. I think the main thing that kept me grounded were the stories I would read which is ironic because my mind would be elsewhere, daydreaming, and processing a book I just finished. There isn’t always a silver lining in the end of all books but those are the stories that taught me about the complexities of life, that things aren’t black and white. These stories leave me with questions, a sense of sadness, but there’s a profound lesson in all of them. Despite how some novels made me feel, I don’t regret any read.