I spent a couple hours finishing trying to reconstruct my booklist--books I have read. I kept it faithfully for years and years, then just...stopped sometime in 2003.
I eventually started keeping fairly accurate records in my CM's Diary. But all I can find for 2004 is two books:
The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett (read aloud to me by the Cat'r) and
The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck (actually a reread for me).
I see I started a bad habit in 2005: starting books but then letting them languish. I've read parts of books, dipped into informational books (but I can't say I've actually read them in their entirety), and I also have two or three books still hanging around waiting to be finished. It's like knitting and crocheting--too many UFO's (unfinished objects). I used to make myself finish a book no matter HOW deadly dull it was or how much I didn't like it. I even had to have a bear with me (Stutz Beary-Bear) to hug and squeeze and help me out while I was finishing
Silence of the Lambs (I can't believe I read that! Ack!) in earlier years. But I *did* finish it. I don't know if that was simply an endurance test or what. I can't believe I read H.P. Lovecraft in *much* earlier years. Eep!
So now I seem to be down to about 20 or so books a year. :-/ I am not reading as much as I used to, which was more around 50 books a year...although it could be really variable.
But at least I am keeping a written list once again of books read. I stopped using an old old notebook (with yellowing paper) and moved over to a beautiful Clairefontaine cloth-bound notebook.
Next task: get back to adding all these books to
my shelf at Shelfari. I left off at the beginning of 1995. Lots more to do!