Back in January I wrote a blog post called On This Day, lamenting the fact that I couldn’t remember half the books I read in 2015. I made a public resolution to keep a spreadsheet throughout the year chronicling what I’d read. Apparently a published declaration of intentions worked for me, because here it is the end of December and I’m proud to say I kept that list throughout the year (a monthly reminder on my Google calendar helped).
Five years ago I wrote another post, Memories of Reading, and I suppose this time of year always brings me back to that train of thought. How does what we read when represent a particular time in our life? Looking back can be telling. And oh, 2016. Books provided a good deal of solace.
I kept the list to books I read with my full attention, from first to last page. Because my job requires a wide range of book knowledge, there are plenty of books I skim, speed read, or quit after 50 pages. I didn’t put those on the list. For this project I only included books I read like a layperson, for my own curiosity and pleasure and not out of obligation (although I included our Island Books Open Book Club titles, since I get to choose those anyway so it wasn’t just work driving me). I’ve decided maintaining this reading list is as close to keeping a diary as I’m going to get at my age, and oddly, looking it over jogs more emotional memories of 2016 than what I was actually doing at the time. So what did I read? ... continued