Photo by Matias North on Unsplash In 2020, despite the fact that I was finishing my Masters degree, working part-time (plus as many extra shifts as I could get) and writing a novel, I managed to read 150 books. This past week, as Perth, Peel and the South West were put into a 5-day hard lockdown in response to a new case of community transmission detected in a hotel security guard, I have read four books in five days. I was hoping for five in five, but hey, as I write this, the day is not over. In an age of smart phones and waning attention spans, this leads me to wonder how many books I could read if I wasn't always on Instagram. Currently, I have something like 365 unread books waiting for me. If I could finish a book every single day of the year, I would get through those in no time and there would be no need for me to be constantly assessing and weeding my collection, looking for items that no longer held my interest. I look at some book bloggers on social media who seem able ...