It’s My Favorite Time of the Year!
Nearly every outlet has their “Best books” list up. The Guardian has theirs. The NY Times has theirs. LA Times. The Millions has a cool list up. I think I can be better about reading the must-reads next year. I purchased most of them but I didn’t read as many of them as I’d hoped. My goal count was 52 books, I ended up making it to 120 (at 12/1). I need to think about my own best of list. It’s really hard for me to pinpoint any best’s. It’s mostly divided into really good books, bad books, and books that pleasantly surprised me, like The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and The Fortunes.
This also means that outlets have their anticipated books in 2018 lists up, like here by Harper’s Bazaar. I’ve requested The Immortalists at my local library, just as I have with Red Clocks, The Afterlives, Everything Here is Beautiful, A Dangerous Crossing, and others. I also pre-ordered Freshwater and The Line Becomes a River. I’m so psyched; I’m also the first hold on nearly all of them!
We went out for drinks at a new cider bar that opened in Brooklyn last weekend and then stopped by a local bookstore afterward. Of course I bought three books (one was for my husband!). I was disappointed in one of the books I picked up. On Goodreads, the book is tracking at 2.7 stars.
Recently, I purchased The Revolution of Marina M, The Best of Us, Things We Lost in the Fire, Fever Dream, The Chalk Artist and Eleanor Oliphant is Fine from my Book of the Month subscription, and craft books.
I’ve been reading a lot of memoir lately. Like It’s Not Yet Dark, Happiness: The Crooked Little Road to Semi-Ever After. I’ve also been reading a lot of books on mental illness, The Center Cannot Hold, The Memory Palace, No One Cares about Crazy People.
Admittedly, it’s been a bleak reading list. I feel a little better energy-wise, though, so I’ve been reading a lot more of late.
Our Fantasy Football team is garbage. We never recovered from our plummet in Week 6.
McSweeney’s always speaks to me.