I’ve read an awful lot lately.

In just the past twenty four hours, I’ve read three books.

In the past month — September thus far, and part of August — I’ve technically read seventeen books. (Even more technically, nine: five of the nine being comprised of multiple previously published books published together for an anthology collection.) Four complete series: The Belgariad and The Malloreon by David Eddings (ten total books in four volumes), The Chanters of Tremaris Trilogy by Kate Constable, and The Claidi Journals (a quartet) by Tanith Lee. Seventeen books!

That’s a lot. I love it. It’s good, it’s bad, it’s generally glorious. I love reading.