The other day I achieved something huge. And it doesn’t really carry the same kind of bragging rights that you’d traditionally think someone would hold up as a badge of honour. It wasn’t playing Glastonbury. It wasn’t sending the new album off to manufacture. It wasn’t being nominated for an award or having a new single make the 6Music playlist.
Oh no, dear reader, I simply finished reading my first book of the year.
As someone who has been an avid reader for most of their life, this was a pretty big but depressing milestone for 2023.
Even as a child I would bring a book to the dinner table or read the back of cereal packets when said book was inevitably taken away. Consuming words has always been something of an addiction for me, as well as a habit that I would eventually turn into an asset at university where we would often have to plough through 3 or 4 prescribed texts a week.
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