2008 was a spectacularly bad year for me, reading-wise. Take a look at my dismal list of completed books. Two. Two. How sad is that? One was a self-help type of book about children of narcissists, and the other was a book of short stories, squeezed into two or three nights before bedtime right at the end of the year. In between I read a handful of pages of Naomi Adort's wonderful book. I'm dying to read it straight through, but never seem to be able to carve out the time. I'll give myself a little grace - this was, after all, a year with an infant, and a move. But really, I think it's less about the baby, and more that when I have free time, I choose to spend it talking with Dan, playing on the internet, or messing with photos.
I have a huge bin full of magazines from the last half year, most unread. Aack! Last year my list of subscriptions grew (Bitch, Mothering, Wonder Time, Smithsonian) and my reading shrank. I need to plow through them or cancel all subs, I think.
One thing that I hope helps: there are built-in bookshelves right outside my bedroom door. Dan and I each have a shelf for our reading list, at our own eye level. I can't exit my room without them staring me in the face, nagging me to make time for them. Check it out...and if you're curious about titles, I've labeled my shelf on Flickr.