My average rating was 3.8 this year, up just a tad from 3.7 last year. I don't recall reading that many duds this year, but I also don't recall absolutely dying of love for a book like I did for The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, which I'm still not really over. You can read the review here. So without further ado, here's the rundown for 2018.
Longest Book: A Column of Fire by Ken Follett. While I'm not surprised, given that these Kingsbridge books of Follett's tend to be large, I don't really recall spending that much time with this book. A 927 pages, I think I should remember wondering why it was going on so long, but I don't. I remember mostly being annoyed at the replay of political and historical events and the attempts at making those suspenseful (oh no, will Guy Fawkes blow up Parliament?! - said no one ever after the actual events). Anyway, the fact that I loved both of the earlier books in the series make this book also win in a second category.
Biggest Disappointment: See above. What a sad turn for such a good series. Anyway, you can read that review here.
Best Book: A Man Called Ove by Fredrick Backman. I can always tell if I've really loved a book if I can't let it go after reading it. Sometimes that takes a few days, sometimes a few weeks. And it typically involves a Wikipedia rabbit hole and possible fan fiction or movie versions. And such was the case with A Man Called Ove. I googled. I watched the Swedish language film. I loved all of it, as I loved Ove, a crotchety old man who was served some of the worst turns life has to offer and still managed to be decent and love again.
You can read the review here.
You can read the review here.
You can read the review here.
Worst Book: Since We Fell by Dennis Lehane. To be fair, I also really disliked The Last Mrs. Parrish, but Dennis Lehane is supposed to know what he's doing and has written some really good books. This was not one of them. A meandering boring plot with too much exposition and then a completely unbelievable (not in a good way) ending. Boo.You can read the review here.
Worst Character: Obviously this has to be someone from The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine. You know, the book that basically says domestic abuse and serial rape are just punishments for horrible people, I just couldn't hang with that. Even if Amber Patterson was a terrible person. She was also a terrible character. She was all bad. There really wasn't a redeeming quality about her, which made her painfully unreal and damaged the book further.
You can read the review here.
Goals for 2019: I've set my goal of 62 books for this year. It's above my 2018 level but not quite at 2017. I honestly don't know how this foot is going to hold up and if I'm not able to run... well I may be crying my eyes out somewhere because running is the thing I do for me. The way I make sure I've gotten enough exercise. So this could be a problem. I'm hoping not though and that I'm going to be back in 1/2 marathon shape in no time.

























