Last Oct. 28, on her 46th birthday, Nina Sankovitch read a novel, \u201cThe Elegance of the Hedgehog,\u201d\u009d by Muriel Barbery. The next day she posted a review online deeming it \u201cbeautiful, moving and occasionally very funny.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
The next day she read \u201cThe Emigrants,\u201d\u009d by W. G. Sebald, and the day after that, \u201cA Sun for the Dying,\u201d\u009d by Jean-Claude Izzo. On Thanksgiving she read Peter Ackroyd\u2019s biography of Isaac Newton; on Christmas, \u201cThe Love Song of Monkey,\u201d\u009d by Michael S. A. Graziano; on July 4, \u201cDreamers,\u201d\u009d by Knut Hamsun. When seen Friday, she was working on \u201cHow to Paint a Dead Man,\u201d\u009d by Sarah Hall. She finished two more over the weekend during a trip to Rochester with her family (husband; 27-year-old stepdaughter; four boys ages 16, 14, 11 and 8) for her in-laws\u2019 60th wedding anniversary. In a time-deprived world, where book reading is increasingly squeezed off the page, it is hard to know what\u2019s most striking about Ms. Sankovitch\u2019s quest, now on Day 350, to read a book every day for a year and review them on her blog, www.readallday.org.<\/p>\n