As for series books – I go in spurts. 2 years ago I spent months doing nothing but re-reads of the In Death series. One right after the other, over and over again. And because there were 20-something available (at that time) I wasn’t bored with them, even if I was re-reading the same book for the 2nd time in a month.

Other series I wait, or forget about, or lose interest in, or…well, there are a host of things. Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling series comes to mind. I haven’t read the last 3 or 4 releases, though I plan to come back to it at some point.

I’m just all over the place. No rhyme or reason.

I don’t know that I could take the pressure of having all of my reading decisions made for me by the beginning of the year. I read by the seat of my pants. Before I pick up a book I think about what I feel like reading, and then search through my TBR for something to fit that desire.

I can’t imagine laying out my reading for the month and then just following the list. That sounds too much like work

What I am weird about, though, is finishing. I won’t start a new fiction book until I’ve finished one – I’m a serial reader for fiction. Non-fiction, on the other hand, I can read several at a time. Weird.

And it sort of impacts my reading–things like beta reading can’t be put off until I feel like it, for example, and when you have a hundred or so books in your “to review” list…–but generally speaking I will read what I’m in the mood to read, because forcing myself to forge ahead with a story that’s leaving me cold is just counter productive:

If it’s for a review, it’s a disservice to the story itself and to the author, because I won’t enjoy the book no matter what (sort of ‘on principle’ thing)
If it’s for pleasure… well, there’s no pleasure in forcing myself to do anything.

A lightbulb moment