2022 is a do-over

A year ago I started a record of every book I read in 2021. Thank heavens that's over; it was a dreaded burden writing about ever darned book I consumed, and often embarrassing (count the terrible books I read in 2021, or no, please don't). For the record, I read 101 books in 2021, or thereabouts. Plus a couple of dozen I started but didn't finish—too hard for my wooly head, or too awful even for my low standards. As the second COVID-19 year ground on, quality plummeted and non-fiction consumption declined to barely a garnish on a diet of calorie-rich, low-fibre fiction. I'm making no promises for 2022.