I'm pretty sure I've missed some books in my journaling this year, but here are the last few that I remember reading, not in order:
Book 8:
The Language of Baklava, by Diana Abu-Jaber. This is one of the cooking memoirs that Brian bought me for my birthday. It was good but not great - some of the stories take on a certain "you had to be there" feeling.
Book 9:
Stuffed: Adventures of a Restaurant Family, by Patricia Volk. Another of the cooking memoirs Brian bought me for my birthday. Again, good but not great - I'm beginning to doubt Nancy Leeson's book-recommending abilities. This book didn't do the "you had to be there" thing quite as much as the last one did, but there were a lot of characters (she talks about most of her relatives), and it was difficult for me to keep them all straight.
Book 10:
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, by JK Rowling. We bought this soon after it came out but kept it to read on the plane to Greece. That worked out well, but then we kept reading it instead of keeping the rest of it for the (painfully long) flight hom, which didn't work out so well. Really, what is there to say that hasn't been said? I thought the whole series was amusing, but not the best-written books I've ever read (but far from the worst).
Book 11:
Eurydice Street: A Place in Athens, by Sofka Zinovieff. I put some Greece-related travel memoirs on my Amazon wish list earlier this year, and Becca snuck on and bought me a couple for my birthday. This is the first one I'd read. It was an interesting story - the writer and her husband, who is Greek, move to Greece after living in London for ten years. The book tells of the writer's attempts to become a Greek citizen and be a part of - or at least understand - Greek society.