Friday, 2 January 2015

2014 overview

Sorry, this post isn't about a book I've read. However, this whole blog was started about a year ago in an effort to encourage me to read more critically; to retain more of what I read from non-fiction books, to derive more meaningful enjoyment from fiction books, and generally to force me to keep up a regular reading habit in case strangers on the internet got the impression that I was slipping.
   Anyway, with 2014 behind us and an arguably admirable thirty-three books (of massively varying length and intensity) under my belt, I'm glad to announce that this blog has become a pleasurable habit, one which I will continue into the foreseeable future for all books I finish reading.
   But before I start dumping my reactions from books in 2015 upon you, I'm going to reflect on some of the ones I finished this year, with a handful of books best befitting a series of arbitrarily-selected categories. These will probably just be the ones with the most memorable reading experiences, but I will have distinctly separate reasons for choosing each one. So, here we go:
  1. A novel that made me somewhat teary;
  2. A novel that made me laugh so hard that I missed my stop on the bus;
  3. For the sake of pretentious future conversations, and also because it was rather enjoyable, I'm glad I read;
  4. Worst novel I read this year;
  5. Only book I've ever read that was outright bad/wrong/infuriating enough that I ripped it apart and recycled it after reading;
  6. Vaguely magical for very different reasons;
  7. Made me thoroughly enjoy being an economics/philosophy student;
  8. All christians should read;
  9. The bonus christian-encouragement award;
  10. All those passionate about society say aye;
  11. All those passionate about nature say aye;
    • Feral, by George Monbiot.
  12. And finally, cats;
   I don't know if you're a regular reader or not, but I hope you enjoy and maybe continue to enjoy my spewage of half-thunk reactions to prose well into the future. [Also, I've realised I barely read anything written by non-white-males last year, which was not deliberate but is pretty bad in terms of limiting my intake of human experience and viewpoint. I will be making a conscious effort in 2015 to read more things from groups who haven't always found it ludicrously easy to make their voices well heard in the publicity of verbage. Hopefully the module on feminism I'm taking this spring will kickstart that...]

To words! To writing them, reading them, thinking and speaking in them; may they always be found in quantities, qualities and orders in which they are wonderful!

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