Pam, my wife, read 175 books last year. She’s had a goal, since the mid-1980s, of reading at least 52 books a year. Lately, she’s been doubling that goal. I think she was somewhere around 120 last year. But 175? Geeesh! That’s almost a book every two days. And she doesn’t skim. I skim, to an extent. Pam reads every word.
So far, she has read five books in 2006. I’ve read two, one of which I actually started in 2005. I’m a competitive person. But in this matter, there is absolutely no competition. I flat-out concede to my wife’s superiority.
