Jan 05, 2013 15:09
So, 73 books. I've done worse, but I've also done better.
Mostly, I read a lot of crime fiction. Some of it was very good, though.
I went to more reading/signing events than I ever have before. Maybe I'm getting middle aged, but I've quite enjoyed them all.
My favourite non-fiction would have to be Cave Paintings and the Human Spirit from back in March, and In the Shadow of the Sword, and The Norsemen in the Viking Age made me fall in love with my MA subject all over again.
The thing that surprised me most was how much I loved Eugene Oneigin.
For next year, I'd like to read more non-fiction, but I've been saying that for years, so I might be putting away as much as my tiny brain can handle.
I do intend to read more Proper Literary Fiction, having recently been reminded that I do like it if it's not smug middle-aged domestic crap such as Ian McEwan, Anita Brookner, and Hanif Kureshi put out. I also should find the time to read more poetry.
I got a lot of books for Christmas, so the to-read pile is more out of control than ever; while I would like to do something about that, I'm going to stop stressing about it; I know that I'll get compulsive and take All The Books out of the library once in a while, and that my new-found relative affluence means I will buy books by authors I care about in hardback.
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