So, I’ve never really been a fast reader. Mostly, I take my time, and I analyze a lot as I read.
As such, I read…19 books in 2017. Unless I forget some. For me, this is pretty decent though. It’s not like I read a bunch of fast and easy Jim Butcher novels and call it a day. (Not knocking on Butcher; he’s awesome. But let’s face it, his books are sort of designed for easy reads during your commute) In fact I sort of gravitate towards the more literary challenging books.
This year, I don’t know. Didn’t delve that deep into the pile. I still didn’t finish Infinite Jest which has been left halfway read for a about a year now and is still taking up my two favorite bookmarks (!), and I still haven’t cracked open Shantaram. I guess those are my two remaining literary milestone for now. I finish those two, and maybe Atlas Shrugged, and then I grow a monocle.
Anyway, I got some favorites I want to list and recommend, so I’ll get on that:
Started the year off by reading through Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, though the fifth book stopped me in my tracks. Kinda didn’t dig it. Anyway, it’s a really cool series I wanna finish one day, and you should too.
Speaking of King, I really like The Stand. But is it okay to say I think his son would have done it better? Joe Hill’s The Fireman is, like The Stand, a brick of a book set in the aftermath of a plague. Except he writes it better. Yet he obviously doesn’t have that good and evil, black and white effect that King has in The Stand. Which is why I kinda wish his son wrote it. King’s is too long and drags between the cool bits.
I read Maus because of Phoebe. It’s fantastic, go read it. I even got it for one of my brothers this Christmas. I also read some Gaiman books because she’s a superfan of him. The Ocean at the end of the Lane, and The Graveyard Book. Both great, though I liked the former more.
Mentioned it before on the blog, but Eddie Izzard’s biography was funny and inspiring. Which is a great combo.
So, top three books I read this year would probably be Out in the Open, by Jesús Carrasco, Annihilation, by Jeff VanderMeer, and A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, by Dave Eggers.
Annihilation I read because I’ve heard great things, plus suddenly I’m in a hurry! Film coming out and all. Alex Garland making it too. He’s a talented guy. Writes good novels (at least The Beach), great screenplays (I’ll always love Sunshine despite that final act), and directs awesome films (like Ex Machina). This adaption looks very different tho, so it doesn’t look like the end of the world if you see the film first.
Yeah, and here’s some lovely pics, cause I’m pichoe:
That golden, sexy looking thing in the back is a figure of the almighty Smaug by the way. From Phoebe this Christmas. Just saying, Smaug is kinda cool.
Alright, I’m gonna go sleep. So we’ll catch ya’ll later.
Worst book of 2017: The Troop, by some guy. Actually, let me Google that for myself; Nick Cutter. Alright then. Interesting beginning, but after a while you realize you don’t really give a shit about any of the characters. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Oh right. I read Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian this year, didn’t I. And it was bloody fantastic. Well, it should be up there, in the, uhh, top three area.
Why do I write at night again?