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Outside of my literature class this semester, I didn't manage to read as much as I would have liked this year. But then I remind myself that there are people who can't read any books at all in a year (the horror), and I feel a little better. 2018 was a big year for me. I graduated high school, moved out, and started college. However, I was able to sneak in some reading in between all of this (and all of the essays I wrote), and the books I read this year were almost entirely spectacular.
Let's be honest, 2017 wasn't the best year in reading for me. Between school, an internship, dance class, and college applications, plus all the other insanity, I didn't have a lot of reading time on my hands. But there were some books that meant everything to me, and certainly some stand outs. To me, reading has always been a part of my life. As my dad likes to say, reading is my Tardis (for any of you Doctor Who fans out there). Without books, I would be incomplete. Stories and words fill life with meaning and adventures I perhaps wouldn't experience in my own...like evil kings and monsters in sewers. Well, to be fair those things could happen I suppose, but in most cases, I hope not.
