Last night, as I snuggled up with a new book, he asked, "How many books do you think you've read so far this year?"
"I don't know. 25? 30?"
He laughed laughed! at me.
"You've read a lot more than that."
And for the first time, I stopped and thought about. Added up the number I've read in the last month. Extrapolated.
Maybe 40 or 50. It's hard to say. I don't finish every book I start, so maybe more, maybe less, depending on how you calculate it. If I'm not hooked by the end of the third chapter, shutee.