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What I Read Last Year

My shortest ever stack of finished books! I forgot to hang on to some of my library books for this photo, oops!

I have to start by saying that 2021 was my first completely unobstructed reading year since I decided to embark on reading The List waaay back in 2009.

This summary is going to be different than it has been over the past few years. Basically I already wrote about these books in my What I'm Reading posts throughout 2021, and I'll leave you to find the individual titles if anything sounds interesting.

I picked up an entirely respectable number of 54 books in 2021, leaving seven of them unfinished, for a total of 47 books read, or almost four books per month. (For comparison, I started 69 books in 2020, and finished 65 of them!) My pages per day were down quite a bit from last year, at about 33 per day for prose alone, and 40 per day for prose and comics combined. This is also nothing to sniff at! 2021 was a major transition year for me both on the blog and off, and so I'm not surprised or disappointed that I read less than I might've otherwise.

Here are the usual charts no one asked for:

My pages read per day chart shows the average pages I read in a book per day, over the number of days that I read it, and plots the total pages per day, because I almost always have at least two books on the go. There's a downward trend over the course of the year, but I'm not sure if that's just because I read a ton in January and then quite a bit in the summer as well, and not as much as usual over Christmas.
As usual, the majority of the books that I read in 2021 were free ones! Hard copies from the library made up a full 3 out of every 4 pages that I read. The red piece of the pie below is for the "Borrowed" category. I only read one borrowed book in 2021, accounting for 2% of my reading total.
Author gender was the most equally split it's ever been, with the "B" category below representing "Both" as in books where there were co-authors or short story collections. To my knowledge, none of the authors I read last year would be considered gender non-binary.
And a new chart that I've never included before, here's a breakdown of the different categories of things I read, split up roughly along the lines of the categories below. Novels usually make up a much larger percentage!

Novels

Novels dominated my 2021 reading just like they usually do. I finished 23 of them, so almost two per month. In addition to that, 12 of them were by women and 11 were by men, and I swear I didn't do that on purpose. Standouts for the year include the unexpected fun I had with the first four books of Julia Quinn's Bridgerton series, Forster's gay love story in Maurice, revisiting my old favourite Dune, continuing with the Temeraire, Aubrey-Maturin, and Discworld series, starting the Trickster series, and so on. I've been enjoying being able to read any novel I want!

The Outlander by Gil Adamson, 389 pages

The Castle of Llyr by Lloyd Alexander, 175 pages

Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, 276 pages

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, 247 pages

Henry Huggins by Beverly Cleary, 155 pages

Maurice by E.M. Forster, 232 pages

Five Little Indians by Michelle Good, 293 pages

The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins, 390 pages

Dune by Frank Herbert, 535 page

Dubliners by James Joyce, 242 pages (yes, this would ordinarily fall into my "flotsam and jetsam" category but it's the only one for the year so I'm sneaking it in here)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, 325 pages

The House of Small Shadows by Adam Nevill, 375 pages

Empire of Ivory by Naomi Novik, 405 pages

The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian, 332 pages

The Black Jersey by Jorge Zepeda Patterson, 313 pages

Sourcery by Terry Pratchett, 210 pages

The Duke and I by Julia Quinn, 402 pages
The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn, 422 pages
An Offer From a Gentleman by Julia Quinn, 358 pages
Romancing Mister Bridgerton by Julia Quinn, 370 pages

Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson, 444 pages

Son of a Trickster by Eden Robinson, 319 pages

All-of-a-kind Family by Sydney Taylor, 189 pages

Before I Go to Sleep by S. J. Watson, 360 pages

Graphic Thingies

I got back to comics in a big way this year, because they're quick to read and sometimes I wasn't reading very quick and just wanted to finish something. Uzumaki was pleasantly creepy and reminded me of the Southern Reach trilogy. Castle Waiting was sweet and heartwarming and just the right amount of odd. The Shadow Hero proves Yang is just as good when he's working with an artist vs illustrating his own comics.

Uzumaki: Spiral Into Horror by Ito Junji
  • Volume 1, 205 pages
  • Volume 2, 197 pages
  • Volume 3, 255 pages

The Underwater Welder
by Jeff Lemire, 224 pages

Castle Waiting by Linda Medley
  • Volume 1, 457 pages
  • Volume 2, 375 pages

I Will Judge You by Your Bookshelf
by Grant Snider, 128 pages

This One Summer by Jillian and Mariko Tamaki, 317 pages

Irredeemable by Mark Waid and Peter Krause
  • Volume 1, 104 pages
  • Volume 2, 112 pages

The Shadow Hero by Gene Luen Yang and Sonny Liew, 169 pages

 

Non-Fiction

There's a nice symmetry to my non-fiction reading in 2021, similar to the novels, which is to say that I finished 12 non-fiction books, i.e. one per month. Nothing exactly blew my mind: there's a not insubstantial amount of "self-help" type stuff here and nothing really "hard-hitting" if you will, with the exception of Regretting Motherhood, which is absolutely harrowing. Six of the books were written by women, five were written by men, and one was written by a heterosexual couple. Again, I didn't shoot for this balance, it just happened!

Ten Days in a Mad-House by Nellie Bly, 120 pages
Subtitle: Nellie Bly's Experience on Blackwell's Island

The Most Human Human by Brian Christian, 275 pages
Subtitle: What Talking with Computers Teaches Us About What It Means to Be Aliv

Patient H.M. by Luke Dittrich, 417 pages
Subtitle: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets

Regretting Motherhood by Orna Donath, 224 pages

This Word Now by Owen and Jodi Egerton, 283 pages

Debt by David Graeber, 391 pages
Subtitle: The First 5000 Years

Downsizing the Family Home by Marni Jameson, 227 pages
Subtitle: What to Save, What to Let Go

The Joy of Less by Francine Jay, 287 pages
Subtitle: A Minimalist Guide to Declutter, Organize, and Simplify

Wabi Sabi by Beth Kempton, 202 pages
Subtitle: Japanese Wisdom for a Perfectly Imperfect Life

The Art of Fiction by David Lodge, 230 pages

Dark Archives by Megan Rosenbloom, 230 pages
Subtitle: A Librarian's Investigation Into the Science and History of Books Bound in Human Skin

You Bet Your Life by Paul A. Offit, 221 pages
Subtitle: From Blood Transfusions to Mass Vaccination, the Long and Risky History of Medical Innovations

Unfinished

There were seven books that I didn't finish in 2021, and I feel like I'm really honing my instincts for this sort of thing. Unfortunately, several of these were simply books that I was just attempting to read at the wrong time, and may revisit later. Ada Palmer's The Will to Battle just needs to be read closer to the preceding entries in the series. I attempted some non-fiction that needed more concentration than I had to devote this year as well, specifically The Sabres of Paradise and Capital in the Twenty-First Century. But there are so many books and so little time, and I'm done with finishing anything that I feel lukewarm about.

The Sabres of Paradise by Lesley Blanch, after 248 pages
Subtitle: Conquest and Vengeance in the Caucasus

The Library of the Unwritten by A. J. Hackwith, after 64 pages

Whispering Rails by Gilbert A. Lathrop, after 91 pages

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton, after 367 pages

The Will to Battle by Ada Palmer, after 51 pages

Capital in the Twenty-First Century by Thomas Piketty, after 216 pages

Why Good Sex Matters by Nan Wise, after 46 pages
Subtitle: Understanding the Neuroscience of Pleasure for a Smarter, Happier, and More Purpose-Filled Life


Number of books read: 47 (plus seven unfinished)
Total pages in 2021: 14,491
Total pages per day: 40 (33 excluding graphic thingies)
Total audiobook time in 2021: 0!

What I Read Last Year

Besides everything else going on, 2020 was a pretty decent reading year for me. While I didn't read very much that really knocked my socks off, there were certainly a few hits. On top of that, I met and exceeded my 50 pages per day goal from the past few years (though I think that's almost entirely thanks to having nothing to do over the holidays besides read tons and tons of books).

In all, I picked up 69 books (nice) over the course of the year. Four of them remained unfinished. Seven were audiobooks.

I still don't have any audiobook stats included below. While I consider audiobook listening a perfectly valid form of "reading," I do know that I personally experience books very differently in print than through my ears, and I need to differentiate that clearly somehow.

Here are more charts than anyone asked for:

My pages read per day chart shows the average pages I read in a book per day, over the number of days that I read it, and plots the total pages per day, because I almost always have at least two books on the go. While I had more pages read during the summertime in 2019, in 2020 there's a distinct increase beginning in September, the reasons for which may become clear once you read the Top 100 section below.
I've been enjoying tracking the sources of my books over the last few years. In 2020, there was a sudden surge in ebooks from 8% in 2018 and 5% in 2019 to 12% in 2020. This is almost entirely thanks to the library closure in the middle of the year. The one ebook I ended up purchasing really bugs me, because it was a book club book and the library had tons of copies, they just weren't accessible!
Author gender is another thing I've liked keeping an eye on over the past few years. In 2018, 25% of the books I read were by women, and in 2019 it was about 32%. In 2020, I brought that up to 34%, so it was over a third. I've split this up as "Male," "Female," and "Other," though I'd like to fix these categories. "Other" encompasses short story collections which include works by both men and women, comics where the writers and artists are a mix of men and women, or works cowritten by men and women. To my knowledge, none of the authors I read last year would be considered gender non-binary.


Top 100

At the beginning of 2020, all I had left of The List was the Top Ten. I feel like I'm spilling the beans a bit here, but I finished reading Top 100 books in 2020!! This has at various times seemed like it would never happen, but over the last several years I really buckled down and all my hard work has at last come to a sort of end point.The List didn't finish quite as strongly as I would've hoped, but that's ok. The books below are listed from #10 to #1:


Random/Romance

Obviously I also finished my Random/Romance reading last year. This was mostly a matter of just choosing books to review, but I also did take some time out to end the project with five romnovs and explore certain things that I really wanted to try out, like Nicholas Sparks and Christian romance. These books are listed in their review order:


Other Novels

Having at long last finished my "assigned" reading, I'm not relearning how to pick books to read on the fly. It's been fun but unexpectedly challenging. These so-called "other" novels were a full 44% of my reading over the year (the next highest category was the Top 100 books, which were 18% of my reading).


The Bromance Book Club by Lyssa Kay Adams, 341 pages

This romance novel featuring a book club of alpha men who read romance novels to help their own love lives was a selected read for my book club. I thought it was mostly silly fun featuring two protagonists who need therapy more than love, and that there are some major issues with the depiction of sexual pleasure/fulfillment. Instead of reading this book, I'd recommend this Men's Health article about a real bromance book club.


The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander, 207 pages

The Black Cauldron by Lloyd Alexander, 182 pages

The first two books of Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain series of books for kids. These are quite fun and I'm planning to continue the series. Our hero is Taran, assistant pigkeeper, and he's joined by Eilonwy, a princess and enchantress, Fflewddur Fflam, also royal and a bard, Doli, a dwarf, and strangest of all, Gurgi, who is a sort of wild human animal. In the first book, Taran goes on a quest to rescue the oracular pig, Hen Wen, and ends up meeting his companions along the way. In the second book, they get caught up in a larger quest to find and destroy the evil Black Cauldron. I really enjoy the characters and mythic tone of these books, which have the faintest tinge of the Mabinogion about them. The characters are a bit broad but really great, especially Eilonwy, though the way the books treat her can occasionally be a bit frustrating. I currently have the third book out from the library, ready to be read!


Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake, 391 pages

When I'm left cold by a YA novel like this one, I kind of consider it my own fault. This features a too cool for school (except not quite) ghost hunter character named Cas, who goes to Thunder Bay, ON to kill a ghost called "Anna Dressed In Blood." I'll leave it up to you to predict whether Cas and Anna end up falling in love, but the setting for this book was the major point of contention for me. I suspect I may be the only person on this planet to have both read this silly YA horror novel and also be aware of what I'll call the "ongoing controversy" of indigenous teen deaths in Thunder Bay. Also, to be fair to the author, the deaths weren't really being reported on to any major extent when the book was published. However, it didn't sit right with me to read a book, in 2020, about a ghost that has killed multiple teens in Thunder Bay, written by an American (Korean-American to be precise), that largely ignores the demographic complexities of the teen population in that city. And yes I know I'm taking this way too seriously but it was a strange reading experience. For more information about Thunder Bay, check out Canadaland's Thunder Bay podcast and Tanya Talaga's book Seven Fallen Feathers.


The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier, 252 pages

A novel with a very interesting premise: after death, people go to a huge city where they live with the other dead people until the last person on Earth who personally knew them has also died. At this point, they disappear and no one knows where they go. The city fluctuates in size with a pretty steady rhythm until there is a very deadly, serious pandemic on Earth and people begin dying very rapidly. Meanwhile, a young woman is stuck in Antarctica on a poorly supplied research mission. You may be able to guess where this is going. For the majority of this book, I was really enjoying it, but I did wonder how the author would pull it all together. He didn't quite do it. One thing I know about myself by now is that I find it irritating to read books that profess to know what happens after death, although I don't have a problem with fantasy scenarios about the underworld or whatever. This is complicated and it's an "I know it when I see it" sort of thing that I can't define in words. I actually find the idea of an in-between afterlife populated by the "remembered dead" to be really appealing but I should've known that the ending would leave me a bit cold.


His Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet, 290 pages

The cover of this book, along with noting that it was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, proclaims it to be "a historical thriller." This is a mistake. Although the book is about a (fictional) historical murder in a Scottish crofting community, I found that the thrills were few and far between. The format is where the main interest is, as we get the story of the murder via notes from interviews with crofters, coroner's reports, etc. The biggest portion of the book is the account by Roderick Macrae, the accused (and confessed) murderer, then the trial reporting. I found this approach interesting, but thought it could've been better executed. Awkward word choice there in this case.


Little, Big by John Crowley, 538 pages

Basically everything about this novel indicated that it would be one that I would love: it's a family saga, plus there's a big weird old house, plus fairies that are kind of dangerous and amoral, and on and on. But each of those excellent elements came together to form a book that was less than the sum of its parts. The book is about love at its core but I wasn't interested enough in the couple that the author spends the most time with, so the book felt way way way too long. I will say, the ending is quite good, but I didn't think it was worth the journey.


The Custom of the Army by Diana Gabaldon, 67 pages

I never would've picked up this novella if not for my book club, but it all worked out because it proved to be the kick in the pants that I needed to finally (try to) read Outlander. Being that this was just a Lord John Grey side quest to Canada, things are a bit at loose ends in this story, but it was a reasonably good introduction to Diana Gabaldon's writing. I'd definitely recommend starting at a proper entry point to the series if you don't have book club members available to explain what's going on.


Golden Witchbreed by Mary Gentle, 476 pages

It took me approximately five hundred years to read this novel, or I should say about a month and a half, which was way too long and I should've quit. But I was really enjoying Gentle's worldbuilding about the post-technological alien culture on a planet near the centre of the galaxy, and the envoy from Earth sent to the planet to make contact and determine whether there would be any potential trade. The aliens in this book are not that alien but the author finds ways to still make sure that you don't forget that they're different. However, she doesn't do such a great job with bringing her characters to life or telling a compelling story. I am curious to read some more of Gentle's work, though.


Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons, 256 pages

Flora Poste (Robert Poste's child) finds herself with no employment after finishing her schooling, and decides that instead of staying with friends in London, she will appeal to some relatives she has scattered all over Great Britain. The ones at Cold Comfort Farm tell her that she can come to stay with them. Once there, she sets to work reforming the whole place, which upon her arrival is just a dark, filthy, miserable wasteland. The book is making fun of a kind of English novel that I haven't read very often or at all, but basically it's about rural misery and a do-gooder who manages to effect a complete and lasting change with a bit of modern savvy. In case it's not obvious, the book is satirical and wry in tone. I quite liked it, but I think if I were more familiar with what it's making fun of I would've liked it even more.


Armed in Her Fashion by Kate Heartfield, 352 pages

I very heartily enjoyed this medieval alternate history type fantasy novel about Margriet de Vos (inspired by Mad Meg), a woman living in Bruges when it's put under siege by the Chatelaine of Hell in 1328. Margriet has a worthless husband and when she finds out that he's been hiding his wealth from her and is going to basically disinherit their only daughter, she goes to claim what's hers. This book takes its setting seriously, and features characters who feel as if they belong in their time, even though they're not necessarily typical: Margriet is prickly and gruff, and she's joined by her own daughter, a trans man struggling for self-determination, and another woman who has "Moorish" blood. I wish Heartfield had gone a bit deeper into the monsters and the weirdness of her premise, and I found the Chatelaine and the description of hell kind of confusing but overall I just admire what she attempted and mostly pulled off in this book.


Little Comfort by Edwin Hill, 343 pages

Based solely on the fact that the main mystery solver in the book is a Harvard librarian who is a sort of PI on the side, I decided to give this a shot. Sadly, there wasn't much librarianship going on. Hester Thursby helps people to find things using her librarian skills, but she's on a leave from work because she's taking care of the little girl her best friend abandoned. She gets hired to find the brother of a woman who wants to sell a piece of lakefront property. Things don't go well. The book goes to some pretty dark places and there's a lot of action, but honestly I was disappointed by the lack of library action and also I was kind of baffled by Hester as a character. Why did Hill describe her as such a short person, for example? (She's under 5' tall.)


Dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones, 239 pages

The story of the "dog star" Sirius, who is punished for a crime by being sent to earth to live in the body of a dog until he can find a weapon that he supposedly lost. Of course, the dog version of Sirius, as an abandoned puppy, is found by a young girl named Kathleen. Kathleen is Irish, and the Troubles are in full swing, so she's living with English relatives, in England, while her father is in an Irish jail. These relatives don't treat her very well, but she develops a strong bond with her brilliant and faithful dog. I had a feeling this book would bring tears to my eyes and I was right. There's some pretty wild vocabulary (as in challenging, not offensive) at the beginning of the book, but I think this is a really excellent book for kids.


The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay, 635 pages

Decided to dip back into Kay's work with one of his most popular novels, which is about a fantasy version of Islamic Spain. I read this in May and I don't think I was in the right headspace for epic emo fantasy because I just really never got into it in the way I would've liked. The book felt like it was trying too hard. I have this horrible feeling that maybe Kay just isn't for me anymore, but I'm going to keep trying some of his newer work.


Salem's Lot by Stephen King, 653 pages

It's actually been a pretty long time since I enjoyed a Stephen King novel as much as this one. His second published novel is about vampires. It's very straightforwardly about vampires, and they're very traditional ones, who respond to Catholic symbols and garlic. This actually reads as refreshing in an era where creators have been feeling the need to reinvent the traditional monsters (and also felt the need to ridicule reinventions they don't like, hence all the tired jokes about sparkly vampires over the past decade and a half). It's nice to read vampires without some extra gimmick. There is so much downright creepy stuff in Salem's Lot, which is the title of the book and the name of the town, obviously in Maine, where all of the action takes place. Given the fact that this book is so early in King's oeuvre, it's amazing how many of his signature moves are already in play: the author as hero, a beautiful young woman who's honestly too young for him in my opinion as the heroine, bright young kids, Maine, ancient nameless evil, etc.


QualityLand by Marc-Uwe Kling, 352 pages

Translated by Jamie Lee Searle This is a satirical novel originally published in German, written by a standup comedian author to explore the absurd end point of late stage capitalism plus social media. QualityLand seems to be a not-too-distant future Germany and there are some implications in this book that really need to be considered in light of where it was published. The book is big on ideas but light on story and characterization. If you liked The Social Dilemma you might enjoy this but honestly I haven't actually watched The Social Dilemma so I'm not sure.


Black Powder War by Naomi Novik, 367 pages

The third book of the Temeraire series, in which the Napoleonic War features dragons who can talk. This series is like candy. Novik has done her research and I love the way she evokes the early nineteenth century in the way her characters behave. Looking forward to picking up the next one.


HMS Surprise by Patrick O'Brian, 370 pages

O'Brian does it again and I wish I could tell you why I'm not getting through his Aubrey-Maturin books faster because each time I read one I just love it. They're packed with so much adventure and excitement! In less than 400 pages, this book sees Aubrey rescue Maturin, sail to Brazil, around the Cape of Good Hope, finally to India, rescue a fleet of East India Company ships, and then go all the way back, and somehow it doesn't feel rushed?! Somehow O'Brian has a knack for only telling the important parts and I love these books so much.


Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett, 283 pages

I first read this one about nine years ago when I travelled to Montreal. It was pretty exciting to read it again as the entry point of the Witches to the Discworld series, right here at entry #3. I needed some of Granny Weatherwax's practicality in my life last year, and I definitely enjoyed the book more than I did the first time. Pratchett would revisit the apprentice witch idea many years later with Tiffany Aching and he did it better then, but this is good nevertheless.


Mort by Terry Pratchett, 316 pages

Honestly I don't know why people say that readers should start with this fourth book of the Discworld series, because I find it confusing and scattered, and this is the second time I've read it! Death (the character) is great and this really begins to flesh out the Discworld in a way that it hasn't been to this point, but I just don't love this book, in which a young man becomes Death's apprentice, all that much. I'm going to have to keep reading to see where I think the entry point should be placed instead, assuming a reader who doesn't care for The Colour of Magic, of course.


The Prestige by Christopher Priest, 360 pages

Yes, the movie is based on a book! Two magicians duel in the late 19th century. One of them is a natural magician, the other has better resources. This is an epistolary novel, with the two magicians each providing us with their stories in their own words via journals. There is also a framing story that isn't in the film, about the descendants of the magicians who also have become involved in their feud. The movie is actually better in my opinion, but not all of the members of my book club agreed with that assessment.


Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas, 311 pages

This is one of those books in the newly popular "dark academia" genre and I'm not immune to hype. Catherine House is a mysterious private university where students are completely and totally isolated for four years. Some of them study "plasm," the others just... work on projects. All of them are lost and alone. Our first-person narrator is smart but struggling and she gradually fits in with the house and the other students. The novel really evokes the feeling of being intensely involved in post-secondary studies and the social life around those studies, but I never really cared much what the sense of dread was all building up to.


Radiance by Catherynne M. Valente, 432 pages

The premise of this book is wildly inventive: what if the solar system were more like the early sf writers thought: small and easily colonized? And what if people had been able to go up and colonize those worlds, and then make movies as well? Valente takes this premise and doesn't do anything very fun with it, though, she makes it a lot sadder than I would have liked. I honestly don't know how I feel about this book.


Fire Sea by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, 401 pages

I didn't think I'd continue with this third book of the Death Gate Cycle, but was too intrigued by the prospect of a dead world where everyone lives underground. It was fun, probably the most fun I've had with this series so far! This is a high fantasy series that needs to be started at the beginning, featuring multiple different worlds, godlike beings, etc.


Hot Nashville Nights by Sheri Whitefeather, 218 pages

When I revisited the books I read in 2010, I was reminded of how much I enjoyed the book I read that year by Sheri Whitefeather, and I decided to give her another go. This book is about a stylist and country songwriter who were former lovers and who reconnect when she gets hired to style his outfits for a photoshoot. This is a dumb book full of people that behave and speak in ways that no human ever has, but it was just what I needed to help me survive the very unusual holiday season. Maybe in another decade I'll read another one of this author's books.


The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, 229 pages

Yet another instance of me thinking I knew a story due to its influence on genre and culture over many years, but then reading the actual book and being very startled. A painter paints a picture of his very young, innocent, good, beautiful friend, Dorian Gray. The painter's other friend, Lord Henry Wotton, hears about Dorian via this painting, and basically sets out to corrupt him. The painting reveals Dorian's corruption, while his appearance remains beautiful. The image of the beautiful young man and decrepit old painting is so powerful that the very major role of Lord Henry is lost in most of the adaptations of this story that I've encountered previously. This is Wilde's only novel, and it's way more fun and way more gay than I expected. I tried to get my hands on an unexpurgated version of the text, but had to settle for what was available on Project Gutenberg.


Original Stories from Real Life by Mary Wollstonecraft, 88 pages

I've been coming to a very slow realization that very old children's literature is one of my absolute favourite genres. It's so fascinating how what is "appropriate for children" has changed over the decades and centuries. I believe this is the only book for children that Mary Wollstonecraft published in her lifetime, though she worked on another one. This one was written before she had any children of her own, and features a character called Mrs. Mason, who is absolutely perfect, lecturing two girls who are not. I wouldn't really call it a good book. It's preachy and the preaching is very dated for the most part, but it was a super fascinating read. In addition, the Project Gutenberg version of the book that I read featured an introduction from a man named E. V. Lucas, who made it evident that he really didn't like the book that much, which I found amusing. And lastly, you should know that the one and only William Blake illustrated this book.


Graphic Thingies

I've cut way back on graphic novels and comics but Gene Luen Yang released a new book so of course I had to read that, and I threw in some others on top for fun. Going forward, it's not as if I'm going to quit reading things from this medium, but I'm happy with keeping it to a minimum/not forcing the issue.


Locke and Key: Small World by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez, 72 pages

A one-off comic about the Locke family in Keyhouse prior to the generations that are depicted in the main series. This is a great little comic with amazing art by Rodriguez as usual, and the 72 pages includes further material from Hill about how he writes the comic, which was pretty interesting. This definitely made me want to revisit the main series again!


Wytches, Volume 1 by Scott Snyder and Jock, 192 pages

This is a horror comic about Wytches, which are sort of like witches except that they're monsters instead of women. I believe volume 1 ended up being the only volume, which is unfortunate because I think this series could've gone to some very interesting places. There were a few things that I really liked about this, but overall I found the muddled art really off-putting. The best part of the book were the notes from Scott Snyder in prose (surprise surprise) that would've been included with each individual issue, about how he came up with the idea and his own fears and struggles.


Dragon Hoops by Gene Luen Yang, 446 pages

I specifically called out Yang above because he's become an auto-read author for me (if not an auto-buy—comics are so expensive). This book is a really interesting combination of sports reporting and memoir. It's huge, so you really go on a journey with Yang and the basketball team from the high school where he teaches. Yang doesn't shy away from racial and sexism issues in sport, but he's a cautious and respectful storyteller. I really really appreciate his clear and cartoonish art style in comparison with my struggles reading the above-noted Wytches. I actually teared up at multiple moments reading this book.


Non-Fiction

I read a ton of just really excellent non-fiction this past year. Several of the books were listened to thanks to the audiobook offerings from my library, but the others were good old-fashioned paper. As much as I still love reading fiction, I've really enjoyed my time with non-fiction books over the years. Truth is often stranger than fiction, after all, plus I just feel like learning new things about the world helps me to understand all the madness a little bit better.


On Strike edited by Irving Abella, 196 pages

Subtitle: Six Key Labour Struggles in Canada 1919-1949
I try to read more recent non-fiction because older works can tend to have, shall we say, "problematic" biases. This is absolutely not to say that all old books are trash, just that modern writers are a lot more cognizant of certain biases they or the historical record itself may have. All this to say that this is actually a collection of six essays, each written by a different author, and each about a particular strike, and it was published in the 1970s, and it was awesome. Many people will or should be familiar with the Winnipeg General Strike (1919), but this also includes strikes that took place in Estevan, SK (1931), Stratford, ON (1933), Oshawa, ON (1937), Windsor, ON (1945) and Asbestos, QC (1949). Asbestos in particular had an extremely violent strike. Anyway, I read this because I'm dismayed and concerned about the ongoing erosion of the labour movement, and I wanted to read more about labour in Canada. What I got from this book is an impression of what each of these strikes had in common, that is the relative vulnerability of the workers, even when working together, and the frequent alignment of government, business, and law enforcement against workers.


The Ends of the World by Peter Brannen, 292 pages

Subtitle: Volcanic Apocalypses, Lethal Oceans, and Our Quest to Understand Earth's Past Mass Extinctions
First of all, I should say that I was pretty depressed at the end of this book. It's about the mass extinctions in Earth's past, not just the dinosaurs, but also the so-called "Great Dying" of the End-Permian, and much less well-understood extinctions that happened long before that. It also talks about the potential future mass extinctions. Brannen's tone in the book is slightly sarcastic but also respects the expertise of the scientists in the field, and I thought it was a fresh style for non-fiction. He also does a good job of explaining the physics and chemistry basis for statements about climate conditions, volcanic activity, etc. that existed many millions of years ago.


The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs by Steve Brusatte, 10 hr 7 min

Subtitle: A New History of a Lost World
The biggest problem I had with this book, I think, is that I listened to it beginning in mid-March and ending in early April, when the coronavirus pandemic felt most cataclysmic. While I didn't think at the time (and still don't) that the ongoing pandemic is anywhere near the level of event comparable to the dinosaur extinction, I was extremely distracted by current events, and this book, which is obviously about dinosaurs, just didn't manage to hold my attention or distract me very well. Brusatte is clearly passionate about this topic and I would encourage you to check this out for yourself if you are too.


Swimming to Antarctica by Lynne Cox, 323 pages

Lynne Cox is most famous for swimming across the Bering Strait between an island controlled by the US and an island controlled by the USSR in 1987. This is her memoir of her increasingly extreme open water swimming feats, beginning with the Catalina Channel swim as a young teen, and ending with a swim in Antarctic ocean waters in the early '00s. While I thoroughly enjoyed Cox's tales of open water swimming, she really doesn't reveal a lot of herself in this memoir. She talks about being a scientific subject to study her ability to withstand cold water, but she doesn't talk much about how she feels about her body, which is very different from the body type most people associate with athletes at her level. Late in the book we learn she has a beloved dog who is never mentioned before or after that, and she mentions friends, but she never writes much about the social, relationship, and professional sacrifices or difficulties she faces because of her swimming. She mentions attending university but doesn't bother to say what degree she obtains. It's clear that swimming is the number one thing in her life, but I would've liked to learn more about how centering such a strange, solitary activity has impacted her. (The book also gave me a few nightmares about being a lone swimmer in millions of miles of open ocean, so look out for that too!)


Engines of Change by Paul Ingrassia, 12 hr 30 min

Subtitle: A History of the American Dream in Fifteen Cars
A very amusing overview of cars and other personal vehicles that have both shaped and been shaped by American culture, beginning with the Ford Model T and ending with the Toyota Prius and hitting a lot of classics in between. I honestly loved this book and there's a good chance you will too if your dad ever took you to a car show. In fact I was talking to my dad about this book and he was pretty much able to guess what the majority of the vehicles would be and why they were included, so if you're already into cars it might actually not be for you.


The Ghost Map by Steven Johnson, 8 hr 30 min

I chose to listen to this book about the 1854 Broad Street cholera outbreak in London in January of 2020, before I knew that the year would bring its own public health crisis on a global scale. It's a really excellent description of how important modern sanitation systems are. Prior to reading this book, I'd had a tendency to just think of cholera as one among the mysterious list of diseases that could kill a member of your party on the Oregon Trail, but now I have a much better understanding. This could get a bit heavy at times for listening on the way to and from work, but it was really good and I highly recommend it if you can handle a book about disease in the middle of a pandemic.


A Death in the Rainforest by Don Kulick, 275 pages

Subtitle: How a Language and a Way of Life Came to an End in Papua New Guinea
The best non-fiction book I read last year, and one of the best books I read last year, period. Kulick is an anthropologist who visited the village of Gapun in remote Papua New Guinea to learn about the unique language, Tayap, spoken by the villagers there. He's published a dictionary and grammar of this language, as well as an academic book on the subject, but this is his personal account of his time with the people of Gapun. This book was extremely readable, personal, and forced me to think really hard about ongoing forces of colonialism in the world, loss of indigenous languages where I live, and my privilege. It was fascinating to get a glimpse into a worldview so different from my own, that exists right now in the world.


Born With Teeth by Kate Mulgrew, 9 hr 26 min

Captain Janeway is an icon and Kate Mulgrew, the actress who played her, has some interesting things to say. I originally bought this book for my friend who is a fellow Star Trek fan and she lent it to me to read when she was done. I ended up not picking up the book for quite a while, so I was happy when I noticed that the library had it available as an audiobook, read by the author. Mulgrew's performance of the audiobook is great. I did get a bit bored by all the bits that were about her love affairs, but there's also more compelling stuff in it, such as her unplanned pregnancy (that eventually leads to a search for the daughter she gave up for adoption) and the death of one of her sisters at a young age.


The Lady from the Black Lagoon by Mallory O'Meara, 9 hr 19 min

Subtitle: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick
Ugh, probably the biggest disappointment of the year. To begin, the audiobook was narrated by the author and I didn't get along with her voice. This is definitely a Me Problem. Much more importantly, I didn't get along with her approach to this book (or perhaps just the marketing of the book). Theoretically, this is a biography about Milicent Patrick, the woman who designed the Creature from the Black Lagoon. In fact, it's at least half a memoir about Mallory O'Meara deciding to write about Milicent, moving to LA, researching Milicent, and also her experience as a young female producer in the film industry in general, and her love of the horror genre. While none of those things are objectionable, they're not what I signed up for. When I'm reading a biography, what I want is a biography, not the author's account of their research process. Early on, O'Meara laments that a male acquaintance doesn't support her book proposal and tells her that he thinks she doesn't have enough material. Unfortunately I have to agree.


I Must Say by Martin Short, 7 hr 41 min

Subtitle: My Life as a Humble Comedy Legend
Short is yet another Canadian in Hollywood whose work I'm probably a lot less familiar with than I should be. It's partly just that I missed his heyday on SCTV. I'm not even sure why I decided to listen to his memoir, besides the fact that I was coming off of Kate Mulgrew's memoir and just wanted to hear from another celebrity or something. In any case, Short reads the audiobook himself and does all the voices. He acknowledges that he worked hard but also that he's very blessed, and it was really interesting to read about how he's come through his life's various tragedies in one piece. If you're a fan of his, this memoir definitely won't disappoint.


Weird Life by David Toomey, 221 pages

Subtitle: The Search for Life That Is Very, Very Different from Our Own
Recommended for anyone who, like me, has always wondered why everyone is so keen on finding liquid water on a planet's surface when we live in an infinite universe of infinite possibilities. This book gets into the science of why (we're pretty sure that) life may be limited to certain building blocks and environments. It also discusses some more eccentric possibilities for extraterrestrial life from everything from science fiction to Carl Sagan. The end of the book gets into cosmology and the multiverse, which always makes my eyes glaze over, but overall I enjoyed it.


Flotsam and Jetsam

I never should have said I read an "annual Shakespeare play," because as soon as I mentioned it, I stopped doing it. I do still have a play to mention from last year, though, and several short story collections! Maybe the Bard and I will connect again in 2021.


The Little Mermaid and Other Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen, 237 pages

I made a mistake in my book shopping that I would've avoided if I'd been paying attention. I wanted to reread "The Little Mermaid" and "The Snow Queen," two works of Andersen's that I've absolutely adored in the past. Given my known affection for the stories, I decided to buy a collection of Andersen's stories for my bookshelf. Unfortunately, the collection I chose to buy was more of an objet d'art than a book, to the point that I couldn't even determine which translation of the stories was used. I read it, but I didn't enjoy it much—a lot of the beauty and angst I remembered from my initial reading was missing—and was very distraught. Maybe I'll try again in a few years.


Echoes edited by Ellen Datlow, 795 pages

This is a big giant collection of ghost stories that I picked up to read for Halloween. A good portion of the stories left me fairly indifferent, but there were some good ones that genuinely scared me and have convinced me to move their authors' other work up higher on my list. The standout was Gemma Files' "The Puppet Motel" in which a woman is earning whatever money she can by housekeeping at a friend's AirBNB, a place that she increasingly feels is just wrong.


The 35th Annual Year's Best SF edited by Gardner Dozois, 669 pages

These Year's Best collections edited by Dozois are legendary (at least to me). I have no idea how the man read as much as he did, but it probably helped that he edited multiple magazines and anthologies. Anyway, after his death in 2018 I decided that I'd pick up the last Year's Best collection he edited as my own in memoriam for a man who contributed a lot to my favourite genre. I finally read the book last year. As it says, it's a collection of the best sf stories from a particular year, in this case, 2017. Like all collections, it was uneven, with a few stories I loved, a few that lasted too long, and some that I would've just preferred to skip entirely. (As a result of this and the Echoes collection, I've been thinking a lot about how to approach short story collections in the future. Maybe in next year's summary, I'll have some sort of rubric to share.)


Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen, 75 pages

In grade twelve I studied Ibsen's A Doll's House, which is a play in which a woman abandons her husband and children to find herself. I then proceeded to not think about Ibsen for approximately a decade and a half, until I heard the In Our Time podcast episode about him a few years ago. In Our Time does an amazing job of making everything sound interesting, so I decided to try more Ibsen, specifically this play about, broadly, unknown parentage. I read R. Farquharson Sharp's translation of the play available on Project Gutenberg (I didn't bother to check what the best translation would be). I honestly didn't get a ton out of it thanks to not knowing anything about drama whatsoever, but there were a few twists I didn't expect. The thing about Ibsen is that his subject matter feels a bit trashy but I think he's actually tapping in to patterns of abuse and behaviour that were prevalent but not spoken of during his time. So that's cool!


Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King, 368 pages

This collection of four novellas really is full dark, with all four being full of bad people and bleak endings. The strongest of the four (but also the hardest to read) is Big Driver, in which a woman gets revenge after a brutal sexual assault. I'm not really that interested in King's take on this topic but the fact that he does a reasonably good job with it illustrates his continued adeptness with characters and stories. Honestly I didn't find the collection to be that strong.


Unfinished

Now that I've finished reading through The List, I feel like I've finally exorcised the demon of feeling as if I need to finish every single book I read. It's so rare that I start reading a book, wonder whether it'll get better, and then randomly it does. Instead of finishing books that I'm not sure about, I'd rather read more books that I enjoy all the way through. I still need to develop my "quit reading" muscle but I think I'm getting there gradually. I feel like I gave all of these books a good college try, and I don't regret quitting any of them.


On Monsters by Stephen T. Asma, after 103 pages

This is a non-fiction book that I thought would be about monsters and their portrayal in art and culture through the centuries. It's sort of that, but it's less about the actual monsters than it is about human psychology related to things that are monstrous. On its face, that's not a bad thing. Unfortunately, either I just wasn't in the mood for psychology or the author didn't do a good job pulling me in, because I kept asking myself whether I should quit reading the book. After the author made a claim that he didn't back up well enough in the text about men universally being protectors from monsters, I decided I'd had enough.


Doll Bones by Holly Black, after 104 pages

A middle grade book about three children who play together, inventing stories featuring their doll collections. That is, until an antique doll that plays the role of Queen in their games comes to life and tells one of the children that she is made of a little girl's bones and they need to be laid to rest. I have really enjoyed the other books I've read by Holly Black in the past, but this one was just off. Her usual adeptness with portraying teen angst is somewhat misplaced for the younger audience, and I didn't care for the love triangle that was developing between the three kids. I read the first half of this book in one day, then realized that the only reason I was reading it so fast was because I wanted to get it over with and read something else. So instead I just stopped reading it entirely and read something else.


Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, after 90 pages

Well this is awkward, but this enormous blockbuster of a novel about a WWII English combat nurse who goes back in time and meets a Scottish dreamboat just did not pull me in. I'd planned to read and review this as a romance novel, but I was just too bored after the first 90 pages to continue for another 500 or so.


Bible and Sword by Barbara W. Tuchman, after 5 hours and 21 minutes

If I'm being honest this was unintentional, but nevertheless I don't plan to finish reading this book. When I attempted to renew the library audiobook I was listening to, I found out that it was no longer available from the library. This is a non-fiction book about the relationship between England and the Holy Land throughout history (it's subtitled "England and Palestine from the Bronze Age to Balfour"). I honestly wasn't paying enough attention to the book but I made it up to the Crusader period.

Number of books read: 65 (plus four unfinished)
Total pages in 2020: 20,195
Total pages per day: 55 (53 excluding graphic thingies)

2021 Reading Plans

Imagine tempting the universe with plans, after the year we've had! And yet, here I am with my reading plans for 2021. My main "plan," if it can be called such a thing, is just to read as much of whatever I want to read as possible. Before I explain what I mean by that exactly, let's take a look at the the list from 2020, which I made a major dent in, as you'll see:
  1. Annual Shakespeare play (oops, this would be the second year in a row that I didn't do my supposed annual reading)
  2. Black Powder War by Naomi Novik
  3. Born with Teeth by Kate Mulgrew
  4. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
  5. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
  6. Darkness at Noon by Arthur Koestler
  7. The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio
  8. Dune by Frank Herbert
  9. Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett
  10. Fire Sea by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
  11. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
  12. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  13. Golden Witchbreed by Mary Gentle
  14. HMS Surprise by Patrick O'Brian
  15. The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay
  16. Little, Big by John Crowley
  17. The Little Mermaid and Other Stories by Hans Christian Andersen
  18. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
  19. Mandelbrot the Magnificent by Liz Ziemska (this one shouldn't have been on the list in the first place, it was only here because it's short and written by a woman and I thought I might end up reviewing it! I didn't actually read it in 2020 but it's not a high priority for the coming years, either)
  20. Middlemarch by George Eliot
  21. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (more accurately: didn't finish)
  22. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
  23. Possession by A. S. Byatt
  24. Radiance by Catherynne M. Valente
  25. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
  26. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
  27. This Word Now by Owen and Jodi Egerton
  28. Ulysses by James Joyce
  29. Villette by Charlotte Brontë
  30. Wild Rose by Sharon Butala
  31. The Will to Battle by Ada Palmer
  32. The Year's Best SF edited by Gardner Dozois
So having read nearly everything I wanted to in 2020, I'm left with twelve unread books on my shelf for 2021, some of which are new and some of which have been sitting there for far too long. Reading those twelve books is almost the only goal I have to complete for 2021. I say almost because I would also like to read at least one French book, one Shakespeare play (yes, still!), and will have several book club books again (I'm assuming six for the purposes of my calculations). That's a total of 20 books, which will leave me plenty of time to continue reading tons and tons of library books. This finally means that instead of a 6x6 bingo card, all I need this year is a 4x4, which I'll be adding at the end of this post.

The following list of books I plan to read this year is in alphabetical order by title. New additions are bold as usual.
  1. Annual Shakespeare play (most likely The Tempest this year but not positive yet)
  2. One French novel (I'm considering Le cahier gris at the moment)
  3. The Art of Fiction by David Lodge
  4. The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio
  5. Dubliners by James Joyce (I can barely believe it myself)
  6. Dune by Frank Herbert
  7. Empire of Ivory by Naomi Novik
  8. The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian
  9. Middlemarch by George Eliot
  10. Sourcery by Terry Pratchett
  11. This Word Now by Owen and Jodi Egerton
  12. Villette by Charlotte Brontë
  13. Whispering Rails by Gilbert A. Lathrop
  14. The Will to Battle by Ada Palmer

Wish me luck and let me know what your reading plans are for the year!

Revisiting What I Read in 2010

I didn't write my first "What I Read Last Year" post until 2012, but I've been closely tracking my reading since partway through 2008. As we approach the end of 2020, I thought it might be fun to take another look at what I was reading a decade ago.

Some things that struck me as I typed out and expanded on the list below:
  • It never ceases to amaze me how many List books I got through in that first year of the blog's existence. If only I could've kept up that pace!
  • My thoughts on romance novels have really come a long way. I do still think that because the genre is so much bigger than every other one, and because there's no equivalent to the category romance novel that I'm aware of for any other genre, there may be an excess of low-hanging fruit of lower quality books available in it. But I've also come to realize that that's not really relevant.
  • It's interesting and a bit sad that after ten years, I remember very little about the majority of these books, beyond a vague feeling of having liked them or not. For many of the ones that I wrote about, I only remember what I wrote about them instead of having actual memories of the books themselves.
And here is the list, without further ado!

 

What I Read in 2010

The Secret History of Fantasy edited by Peter S. Beagle
I still have this short story collection on my bookshelf, after receiving it as a gift from my friend Anne. It's a great collection that I should probably revisit, but it's most memorable for a few essays in it about what fantasy is and how long it's been with us, and of course the novella that was developed into Mythago Wood.

Machine of Death: A Collection of Stories About People Who Know How they Will Die edited by Ryan North, Matthew Bennardo, and David Malki
This short story collection is also still on my personal bookshelf. I think about it all the time, though certain stories were certainly much more memorable than others. It has a sequel that was published in 2013, which for some reason I haven't read yet.

Seeing Redd by Frank Beddor
Second in a trilogy which is a gritty YA reboot of Alice in Wonderland (though not anywhere near as gritty as Christina Henry's Alice, which is a good thing). The final book in the trilogy was released in 2009, and I really should've read both books back then. Recently I was wondering whether I actually wanted to read the final book at all, and concluded I was pretty indifferent. I'll reread the original instead! One of these days! I borrowed this one from my sister, and I'm not sure whether she ever finished the trilogy either.

The Old Wives' Tale by Arnold Bennett
#87 of the Top 100, which I still look back on with extreme fondness. I've been wanting to read more Arnold Bennett ever since and still haven't gotten around to it, but hopefully soon.

Headcrash by Bruce Bethke
A book I don't remember at all besides that it maybe lampoons Snowcrash (on which more below) and features this hilarious device called the "procto-prod" which enhances the virtual reality experience. Also maybe the main character drives a terrible car which is looted progressively throughout the book when he parks in a bad neighbourhood, except maybe that's a different book. Possibly a nail in the coffin of my original book club.

The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen
#84 of the Top 100. I don't know if my 1/3 rating for this book was entirely fair, but on the other hand I have no memory of this one whatsoever. Given some of the beauty that I did pull out of it for my review, I'm curious whether I'd like it better if I revisited it. I certainly loved an Elizabeth Bowen story called "The Demon Lover" that I read a few years ago. Instead of going back to this, I'm going to try some of her other work instead.

The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles
#97 of the Top 100. I still pretty frequently ponder the fact that the main character of this book dies significantly prior to the end of the book. I don't remember much else about it.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Romance #7. I can't believe it's been over ten years since I last read this! Still my favourite.

The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M. Cain
#98 of the Top 100. I need to read so much more by Cain, and I'd quite like to revisit this one. I couldn't wait to read more, in fact, so I picked up Double Indemnity in 2017. The next famous one is Mildred Pierce, which I should get to soon.

Tobacco Road by Erskine Caldwell
#91 of the Top 100. A book that grossed me out and that I didn't like at all and have mostly forgotten. Steinbeck got into some similar ugliness seven years later with The Grapes of Wrath but he allowed his characters more dignity.

Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
#85 of the Top 100. Having read four Conrad novels for this project, Lord Jim is the one that I remember with the most fondness, although I have a sneaking suspicion that it was more, shall we say, racially problematic than I bothered to mention in my review. For a better nautical yarn (though maybe not so philosophical as this one), go with Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey & Maturin books.

The Single Dad's Virgin Wife by Susan Crosby
Romance #5. So this is a bit awkward. In the last ten years I've come a long way from slamming romance novels just because I could to acknowledging that the genre is just as valid as any other. I was so unnecessarily mean in this review! And I can't say I've really thought about the book at all since my initial reading of it.

In the Flesh by Livia Dare
Romance #6. I have thought of this book since I read it, mainly because I've since discovered that Livia Dare is a pseudonym (possibly only used for this book) of Sylvia Day, who is a huge name in the romance world.

Because of a Boy by Anna DeStefano
Romance #3. This was the only time my review of a book attracted outside attention and thus I'll never forget it, but I have forgotten basically everything about the book and what irritated me so much about it, and I'm not going to reread my review.

Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow
#86 of the Top 100. I've read this book twice and still barely remember it. While I suspect that a lot of what I think about the first part of the 20th century was shaped by this book, the book itself hasn't stuck in my memory. I do think I'll give Doctorow another try eventually.

The Ginger Man by J. P. Donleavy
#99 of the Top 100. This is one of the List books that I've often wondered whether I'd like better if I read it now, or if I should just trust my previous judgement. I wonder this because the quotes I saved are so poetic. And yet I did hate Sebastian Dangerfield so much that I've bothered to remember his name.

Camille by Alexandre Dumas, fils
Romance #20. I don't remember this one very well and I think I went too easy on it at the time. The romantic hero is a complete jerk and the heroine dies of consumption.

The Magus by John Fowles
#93 of the Top 100. I have very fond memories of this literary psychological thriller (of sorts) and it prompted me to pick up Fowles' other novel, The French Lieutenant's Woman which I think I liked even more, have on my shelf, and plan to read again. I'd like to explore more of his work as well, with The Collector being next up on my list.

The Farmer Takes a Wife by Barbara Gale
Romance #1. This was my first time reading an entire category romance novel, and I didn't like it much and haven't really thought about it at all since. Basically a woman ends up stranded and is cared for by a farmer who is also smart and fit and charming.

Loving by Henry Green
#89 of the Top 100. I barely remember this book and won't be revisiting Green's work. Too many other things out there that I'm way more interested in.

Rules for a Lady by Katherine Greyle
Romance #19. Another romance novel I haven't thought about at all.

Mr. Right Next Door by Teresa Hill
Romance #2. My second ever category romance novel, which I do recall liking better than the first due mainly to the presence of a cat.

Ysabel by Guy Gavriel Kay
The last Guy Gavriel Kay novel I read, prior to finally revisiting his work in 2019. I mostly remember this book being boring. It's about a couple who are in one of these reincarnation love stories (or maybe it's a reincarnation love triangle?) but I found it pretty bloodless if I recall correctly. Should I reread The Fionavar Tapestry soon? Probably.

Ironweed by William Kennedy
#92 of the Top 100. If I'm not mistaken, this was the most recently published book of the bunch and (perhaps you'll sense a pattern) I have virtually no memory of it. It's a book that, reading my review of it, I wonder if I'd maybe like better now with a bit more empathy under my belt for a character who's as down on his luck as this one (he's a bum in the 1930s) but I'm insufficiently curious to revisit it anytime soon.

The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin
A selection from my first book club, I remember a lot of the ideas from this sf novel about a society of anarchosyndicalists but I also remember being very bashed over the head with those ideas. I still haven't decided just how I feel about Ursula K. Le Guin, but she's a writer I certainly need to read more of.

The Call of the Wild by Jack London
#88 of the Top 100. 2010 actually marked my second read through this book but the first time it knocked my socks off. I have not explored the recent film starring Harrison Ford and don't plan to (I've heard Togo is the better dog story put on screen recently anyway). I have added this book to my shelf and will pick it up again when the wild calls me.

The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald
I really feel like I read this book less recently than ten years ago. Say it with me again: I have no memory of it. It may have been the first book that I read using Project Gutenberg. It's also partially responsible for igniting what I'm starting to recognize as a love of old timey children's novels.

The Pendragon series #1-4 (The Merchant of Death, The Lost City of Faar, The Never War, and The Reality Bug by D. J. MacHale
I'm actually kind of amazed that it's been a decade since I read the first books of this series. It's a sort of late middle grade/early YA series about a boy who can travel through alternate worlds, his friends and allies, and their battle against evil. I very thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing, and it's so fun and action packed. This is another one that I'd like to revisit eventually.

Highland Rebel by Tess Mallory
Romance #4. Another early romnov that I read for the blog and haven't really thought of since.

I Thee Bed... by Jule McBride
Romance #18. I don't remember anything about this really, either, except that it was definitely one of the sillier romnovs I read.

The Road by Cormac McCarthy
Another selection from my original book club. One of the bleaker post-apocalypse books I've ever read, in fact almost certainly the bleakest. I still remember a lot of detail from this book, both because it's really impactful and thanks to discussing it with others.

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Romance #10. I didn't call out the racism in this book nearly enough (or at all) in my original review of it, but I've been less and less able to look past that racism over the years. Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler are both marvellous literary creations, it's just a shame that they're in such a "problematic" book.

Under the Net by Iris Murdoch
#95 of the Top 100. I know I keep saying this, but I really have no memory whatsoever of Under the Net. I couldn't tell you a single thing that happens in it or even the broad strokes of what it's about. Would I "get it" more if I read it again? I don't care enough to find out. However I've heard of a few of Iris Murdoch's other novels that I'm sort of interested in (The Unicorn and A Severed Head, maybe just because of the titles), and I think I'll give her another shot sometime.

A Bend in the River by V. S. Naipaul
#83 of the Top 100. The book is about the post-colonial period in Africa from the perspective of an Indian man and I hated it so much. I'm looking forward to never reading another word of Naipaul's.

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
#94 of the Top 100. A deconstruction of Jane Eyre from the perspective of the madwoman in the attic that I didn't want or need but that's probably better than I've given it credit for.

Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie
#90 of the Top 100. I enjoyed this artful history of India's independence so much and would definitely love to revisit it at some point. I keep wondering if I should read more Rushdie or not.

Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
This was a selection from my original book club that I quite enjoyed and still think about the concepts often. Some of them were silly and some of them were prescient. The book has an odd reputation and is dated in certain ways but I'm glad I read, so that I know people are talking about when it comes up on a regular basis online.

Sophie's Choice by William Styron
#96 of the Top 100. There were some things in this book about a holocaust survivor, her mentally unstable boyfriend, and the young aspiring writer who learns her story that went over my head, but I think a lot of the problem was that this is an incomprehensibly tragic story told by the wrong person.

Twin Temptation by Cara Summers
Romance #9. Another book I don't remember.

Shaman King, Vol. 1: A Shaman in Tokyo by Takei Hiroyuki
A manga I read with my brother's encouragement. Action manga don't do too much for me, apparently, and I didn't continue with this one.

Apache Nights by Sheri Whitefeather
Romance #8. By far and away my favourite of the category romnovs I read at the beginning of the project, but I have no real memories about it either, other than it was silly and fun. Maybe I should try more of Sheri Whitefeather's work?!

Coronavirus Chronicle Day 105: Swimming in the Time of Coronavirus

One month ago today, March 14, 2020, was the last time I was at the swimming pool. In retrospect my masters swimming teammates and I were playing with fire at the time--other gatherings that happened on that same weekend in our province led to several coronavirus infections--but I'm still glad that I had that "last" chance to be in the water.

In happier days I've joked that swimming is the sport that requires the most expensive equipment of them all. You just need a bathing suit, a cap, a pair of goggles... and a 25m swimming pool with some lines on the bottom. Let me tell you, I'm feeling the reality of that requirement right now. While I've seen some social media posts featuring Olympians who have access to personal pools or who have set up endless pools in their garages, that's not the reality for most of the swimming community. Even if there were safe open water in Saskatchewan right now, open water swimming is being discouraged as well.

I've been swimming for basically my entire life, beginning with my grandparents' backyard pool, followed by swimming lessons in local public pools and a couple of lakes. I did one year of synchro and, when I was unemployed after finishing my engineering degree, I worked my way up to swimming a mile. I didn't start swimming competitively until I joined a masters team in 2018. I'd previously attempted to join a different masters team in 2010, but was foiled by my job in the construction industry and constant out of town work. This latest time it stuck, though, and I wish I could've made it work earlier because of how rewarding training and competing has been. I look forward to almost every swim (those 6:00 am practices are more of a necessary evil) not just for the chance to swim, but getting to spend time with my teammates.

Because swimming is hard and kind of dangerous, I think many people struggle to appreciate the joy of it. I love the feeling of floating in the water, of moving through it in different directions, of pushing against it or slicing through it. This is what I've always loved about swimming.

Last spring I dealt with a health issue that kept me out of the water for a month. I knew how long I had to stay out, and so I could count down the days until my return. I made it back after that month a little bit rusty, but it wasn't long before I was able to rebuild my so-called "feel for the water," an amorphous swimming concept based on the fact that moving through air and moving through water are very different things, and that you can only get that moving through water feeling in one place, i.e. the water. This is different. I have no idea when I'll be able to go to a pool or swim in a lake again, and so instead of counting down, I'm having to count up: every day is another day out of the pool until finally one day I'll hopefully get to go back.

I'm not an Olympian or training for a channel swim or anything like that. I'm worried about losing fitness and technique that I've gained over the past two years, but what upsets me more is not being able to see my teammates, not being able to tell my coach he's insane if he expects me to get all the way through a tough butterfly workout, not being sure whether I'll get a chance to add open water swimming to my repertoire this summer. In short, I miss the water, the people that I share it with, and my goals.

Hopefully it won't be much longer before I'm back there again.