In the same week that Ricky Ponting resigned as captain of the Australian cricket team (hooray: sore loser and distasteful winner), I must also bow to the inevitable. As has happened every time I’ve tried to keep proper track of my reading in a calendar year, I can’t do it. Can’t? Won’t? Definitely don’t. It’s six weeks since my last posting on this, and I just haven’t updated my lists since then. In that time, I’ve done an huge amount of reading/re-reading, some of it related to the essay I’m writing on the Miles Franklin Literary Award. I’m interested (i.e. perplexed) to realise how many books/journals/mags I part-read or re-read relative to those I read from cover to cover. At the moment this is partly because of the Miles Franklin essay, but when I read a book purely by choice (i.e. not for review etc) I have a 30-page rule. It’s a good rule, I’m keeping it. Unlike the list. Maybe next year.