Time for my annual post about real-life books that exist outside of my imagination…
I read 34 books in 2018 and acquired several new favorites:
First – My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh. The writing was absolutely perfect. I dwelled on every sentence, asking myself, “Are my sentences this good?” I don’t remember LOVING the ending, but everything leading up to the very end was excellent. Highly recommend.
The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker was a bit science-fiction-ey, which I would normally tell you I wouldn’t like, but I loved this book. The whole premise was that each day (and night) stretched a little longer than the day before. Eventually, people had to adapt to sleeping when the sun was out and figure out how to grow food in long stretches of darkness. It was all surprisingly believable… a makes-you-think kind of read.
Honolulu by Alan Brennert – and rumor has it, his book, Moloka’i is even better. (I own that one now, too.)
Other honorable mentions go to Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine and Etta and Otto and Russell and James – for their surprise endings.
And, Happiness: The Crooked Little Road to Semi-Ever After wins for most important book I read this year. Read it.
Time to find a place for this pile of books to live. I’ve already got two (and a half) books on my 2019 pile.
Matt and I are seriously considering turning our “bonus room” into a library… Seems like an obvious thing to do, right? I’m thinking three walls of open shelves, a window seat below the window (duh!) and one shelf right in the middle saved for my own book… someday:)