
I began my personal book log in the 8th grade on a Brother word processor. Not because it was an assignment, but because I was inspired. And in January of every year thereafter, I would print the pages, hole-punch them, and store them in a skinny half inch binder with flexible plastic covers. I still use the same binder to this day.
Believe it or not, I’ve recorded every single book I’ve read since I started my project. And I’m so glad I did. As I skim the pages of my personal book log, I’m reminded of what trustworthy companions my books have been to me.

