A couple of months ago the kids asked me to add up my reading tallies for each year since I started blogging. They were curious about how much I’d read. It turns out that I had read over 675 books over the last 15-16 years. That’s not nearly as many as I wish I’d read. Still, it comes out to an average of about 42 books per year, which is nothing to sneeze at.
Related: yesterday I ran across an article about how many books a person is likely to read before they die. Ordinarily I’d be unsure where I’d end up on the spectrum between “average” and “super reader,” but thanks to the kids, I have a pretty good idea. Given my average of 42 books per year, if I live to by 86, I can expect to read another 1,512 books, which is slightly less than a “voracious reader,” but a lot more than an “average reader.”