You all know me by now. Ya girl has the best of intentions and she is paving the road to hell with them.

I really, really, reeeeaaaallllyyyyy meant to read more fiction in 2018. But then I went and did a master’s degree and suddenly I was only reading academic papers about legislation concerning the Welsh language. Which, you know, was what I had to do. I don’t regret reading “Technical report: Projection and trajectory for the number of Welsh speakers aged three and over, 2011 to 2050” or “Prestige Planning and the Welsh Language: Marketing, the Consumer-Citizen and Language Behaviour.” But I wish I’d managed to sqeeze these YA reads in, too.

I meant to read Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo). Y’all, this is my great white whale. It’s been on my TBR for two and a half years. I OWN A COPY. I LITERALLY JUST HAVE TO GO TO MY SHELF AND PICK IT UP but do I? Do I ever do that? Noooooo.

I meant to read The Queens of Innis Lear (Tessa Gratton). I’ll admit that I was a little ~eh~ about this one; I’ve never been one for high fantasy or gory stories, and this sounds like it ticks both boxes. But the cover is so pretty, and if there’s one thing I can never resist, it’s a good aesthetic. Speaking of which…

I meant to read Zenith (Sasha Alsberg and Lindsay Cummings). I live for impractical aesthetics, and this book takes place on a GLASS SPACESHIP. I don’t care if that doesn’t physics in the slightest, I want to hop aboard and be whisked away across the galaxy.

I meant to read Geekerella (Ashley Poston). I was keen as a bean to read this. I even put it on my wishlist during that big Twitter book swap over the summer, and a genuine angel sent me a copy. A hardback copy. And then I just…didn’t finish it?? It’s still unfinished and I don’t know if Elle gets together with Darien?? (I mean, I know, but I don’t know??) I don’t deserve this book. I’m sending it back to Northumberland where it will be properly loved.

I meant to read Stay Sweet (Siobhan Vivian). IT’S ABOUT A FEMINIST ICE CREAM SHOP. I COULD HAVE BEEN READING ABOUT FEMINIST ICE CREAM SHOPS. AND I DIDN’T. I AM SO FULL OF REGRET RIGHT NOW.

I meant to read A Great and Terrible Beauty (Libba Bray). I need more late-Victorian girl-power fantasies in my life. The Gilded Age has always been my aesthetic, and “late Victorian girl power fantasy” is literally what Lady of Daemons is. Why didn’t I read this book?

I meant to read Save the Date (Morgan Matson). It just looked so cute and sweet and lovely. And I love stories that take place over a really short amount of time – a day, a weekend, two weeks. I love the idea that such a short period of time can be so monumental.

I meant to read A Darker Shade of Magic (V. E. Schwab). This is another book that I bought specifically to make myself read it. But did I? Noooo.

I meant to read Big Bones (Laura Dockrill). I’m actually properly devastated that I didn’t buy this one when I saw it at YALC. I read the first few pages and I LOVED Bluebell’s voice. I’ve been thinking about the way she describes crumpets since JULY. WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF

Did you get to all the books you wanted to read this year? What were you sad to have pushed into your 2019 TBR? What were you glad that you got to read?