
So today, I completed the 20 Books of Summer Challenge, as hosted by Cathy at 746 Books.
Or maybe it was Friday. If you count finishing the reading*, then it was Friday. Either way, I’m done.
And I typically do.
This is my third attempt at this challenge—one year, I finished only because I re-defined the deadline (in the U.S. we colloquially consider Labor Day as the end of Summer). Last year, I didn’t finish writing about the books until September (well, okay, I still haven’t written about one of them. Don’t ask me why, I can’t explain it). But this year—I put forth a list of 20 books, read that list, and posted about that list between June 1 and August 29.
I call that a win. Even better—I enjoyed all of them. Well, at least I appreciated the writing or storytelling of a few. I didn’t dislike any of them, anyway. Still, it’s a win.
Works for me.
(also, this is the first year that I didn’t end up making any substitutions along the way).









