My daughter has been a reading machine lately. In the car, while walking to school, at the supermarket, at home —she is never without a book in hand. Photos I sneak of her reading have taken over my instagram feed. Sometimes when I am lost in my own head, thinking in circles about goals and how I can achieve them and how I probably won’t because all I do is shuffle back and forth, I realize how quiet it is. Then in a panic I start to look for her and almost always find her, book in hand, in some corner of the apartment. It is a relief that she is a dedicated bibliophile, the tiniest of bookworms, consuming chapter books at the age of five in a way most people don’t until much older, if ever. Anyway, she has inspired me to try and read more books this year. I am going to try and read at least two books per month, which doesn’t seem like very many. I am hoping that will be a starting point and that as I get better at carving out time to read I will be able to read more than that. Wish me luck!