I haven’t read as much this year as I did last year – I’ve been seriously distracted for the last couple of months and my reading as well as my writing has suffered. Having said that, my total for the year is still averaging out at over a book a week. The grand total for the year is eighty-two, with another two that I started and never finished, although I will eventually, I promise. There was only one I threw away in disgust after the first few pages, and that was Labyrinth by Kate Mosse. Sixty-six of the books were fiction, and of the rest, as with last year, the vast majority were history. There were even fewer re-reads than there were last year – only nine.
I discovered a rich seam of writing in a collection of early twentieth century romance fiction owned by my great grandmother. I also started to read books my mother had owned as a child, plus some other, related books, and in all, these comprised twenty-four of the novels. By far and away the largest novel category is historical fiction, with a fairly even split among other categories.
Adventure – 9
Crime – 8
Fantasy – 10
Historical – 25
Thriller – 4
Literary – 3
Romance – 12
YA – 12
Of course some books are in more than one category.
Best book of the year was The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, John Boyne’s wrenching tale of innocence in wartime.
Worst book of the year was The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. Over-rated, overwritten and overlong.
Most unexpected read was Ulysses, something I confess I never expected to read. I suppose technically, I still haven’t read it as it was an audio CD, but it still takes some listening to.
Out of print book that shouldn’t be – Barnaby by Rina Ramage.