I just started a book last night with the intention of finishing it before school starts on Monday. I doubt that I'll finish it before midnight tonight - unless I read non-stop today (I wish...). I'll make a point to note how I feel after the ball drops.
Uh...well...about that... I haven't started any of my new books, but started one of my old ones instead. However, because I've already read it, I've stopped. (I don't mind half-reading a book if I have read the complete story before, especially numerous times. It's all complete in my mind.) You see, I can't bear the thought of, firstly, starting one of my new books and having it split and secondly, boring myself out of my brains reading a book I know back to front.
Partially-read books, year-end/beginning notwithstanding litter my nightstand, since I have no such temporal boundaries. Books live on/beside/under my bed; occupy my "day bag" that daily hauls everything to work and back again; haunt my work desk; show up in my gym bag; and are given away to friends seeking reading gems. One dare not give away or share one's Kindle if one owns one. I do not, and cringe at the thought.
I never give any thought to the boundaries of my book reading. I rarely ever take more than a week to read a book, so it probably does come up that often. I think I read Cryptonomicon across New Year's last year.
PU, because I often work on publications/promotions that are prepared many months in advance of their actual release date, I'm usually a good 6 months ahead of the times. I've been known to put Christmas music on and turn the a/c way down in July to get in the 'mood' to write for the up-coming season... It's all just a state of mind, dude. Flex it!
Maybe it's because my year is a straight vertical line of coloured circles and so when December-January hits, I have to travel up a whole years worth of space and I don't like having a book split over that. (How on Earth do you wake up one day in the middle of the year and suddenly think it's 2010? Talent, my friend. You have some talent. ;-) )
I was about to aver that at least the stories from the fiction fraction haven’t ceased to be pretty prolific in sporting each their own teensy time bubbles whose artificial temporal worlds look exquisitely eternal from our plane. Yet, how a reader receives and reinterprets written representations changes with her dispositional developments or manners of imagination. Here a fear of New Year would appear rather random since it weighs no more heavily than other days. Also, this year, I took to mistaking it for 2010 since August.
When reading a book, I cannot read it from the end of December into the New Year. I can't read it over the transition of the years. I feel it tears the book in two so that it is, effectively, hanging in oblivion, not having been read in either time. To me, it's a disorder that must be avoided at ALL costs.