Normally, I’d be giving you a whole spiel about my December Book Goals. It *is* the title of this blog post, after all. I’d waffle about the stories I’m aiming to read, maybe even tell you my potential ‘Ten Before The End’ books I’d planned on finishing before 2023 said goodbye.
But this post is coming to you from a very tired, rather heartsore Anne who has once again become besties with grief in December. So do I have some December Book Goals? I do. But it’s mainly about getting through books I’ve promised to read this month, rather than anything else. So tales by SJM, the amazing A. K. Mulford, even Rebecca Yarros’ Fourth Wing are probably going to be a January read now.
So Why Are You Posting?
Firstly, I feel like I still need to be semi-consistently posting something here, which may be a problem I need to address when I have the capacity to think on it.
But the other reason of why I’m posting? Because I want to tell you, dear bookworms, that if you’re grieving a loss in the lead up to the festive season? It’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to cry. And it is more than okay to protect your peace however you can, until you’re feeling steadier and more able to take on the world again. And although there are many quotes on grief, I always take comfort in Tolkien’s words. So I hope that you do too.
Please take care of yourselves, and may the end of the year be a happy one for you – whether that’s due to bookish goodness, fun shenanigans, or even curling up with a purring floof (which I am). I hope if you have some December Book Goals you achieve them, and I promise we’ll talk soon. But if you have a favourite grief quote? Or just want to share something sweet or fun? Feel free to leave a comment…