I made a New Year’s resolution last year to read two books a month. I failed miserably and only read 14 books the entire year. Still a pretty good amount, but I definitely didn’t reach my goal.
My list for 2007:
- Gould’s Book of Fish by Richard Flanagan
- Being Dead by Jim Crace
- Life of Pi by Yann Martel
- The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
- Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem
- Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut
- When the Nines Roll Over by David Benioff
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
- I Am Legend by Richard Matheson
- Reading Like A Writer by Francine Prose
- Bel Canto* by Ann Patchett
- Like Life by Lorrie Moore
- The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell
- Cat’s Cradle* by Kurt Vonnegut
- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick
I’ve starred my favorites, and those are probably the only ones I would recommend to other people to read. I was particularly impressed with Bel Canto, and I Am Legend is way better than the craptacular movie.
I was shocked to find Sirens of Titan on my list because I have no recollection of reading it, and I even had a conversation just recently with a friend about it being one of the more highly recommended stories written by Vonnegut and that I should try to read it some time. I took the book out just now and flipped through some pages, and the character names seem vaguely familiar, but I don’t remember the plot or the theme. Sad because I still consider him to be one of my favorite authors, but I guess even the best can’t score a hit with everything they write.
My main problem was forcing myself to read books that I wasn’t finding interesting. I’ve learned to give a book up to the 30th page to prove itself. There are over 50 books in my library that I have yet to read, and if the writer can’t prove himself within the first 30 pages then sucks for them and onto the better. With all of the good books available there’s no point drudging through the unbearable.