I had this crazy idea in January. While other people were busy making resolutions, I decided I'd read 52 books this year. One book a week. It seemed doable. And so far I've read 18 and will finish my 19th this week.
Right now, I'm in the middle of The Catcher in the Rye. After that, I have high hopes for The Pretty Little Liars series, the Stieg Larsson books, Deanna Raybourn's newest one this summer, and (if I'm feeling really up to it) Middlemarch.
52 books in 52 weeks. What's the worst that can happen?