I remember being a few years out of college and one day realizing that I never read good books. Not just good books . . . ANY books! After immersing myself in great literature for four years, then getting a Master’s degree in English, I think I was burned out on reading.

So, on the day of my realization, I set a reading goal for myself. I would read one book a month. Twelve books in a year. It felt right for that time in my life, and it was a goal I kept tucked away in the back of my mind for many years as I was raising three little girls and teaching college students.