These are the books I lived with this year. The ones I stayed awake to finish, the ones I read in sweatpants, before I got dressed ‘for real’, the ones where I read bits aloud, sometimes to myself. Some made me laugh, some made me cry, the best did both.
Sarge read a few of them first and then threw them at me. Most of them are now on his side of the bed because I’ve said: Dude, you hafta read this. No, really. They were good enough that I felt the need to use the word ‘Dude’.
As for next week’s/year’s reading I’m going to go back on my memoir/bio/nonfiction kick, I think. After I read the fiction I bought with my Christmas vouchers. And I’m also going to concentrate on the other books already in my house before buying any more, and if I do buy, I shall buy local. And I’m getting much better at using the library. However, it would seem that I still need work on bringing books back after I check them out. I can’t help it. They’re so pretty.
What were your top books of the year?
What will you be reading next year?
P.S. I know I’m a little late, but check out The Mary Sue for more book trees.