On the 31st of December 2017 I sat down and compiled a list of things in my Bullet Journal that happened during the year and that I was grateful for. Before I let go of the old year, I thought I’d share some of the more blog-related highlights here.
One of the most notable things of 2017 was trying to find my way back to books. I started my Master’s degree in 2016 and didn’t find the motivation and time to read books at night after spending hours dissecting research papers. I wanted to change this absence of books. It took some effort, some right and wrong choices of books and a lot of patience. I had to admit to myself that I didn’t have as much time for reading, so single books were probably going to take longer. But anyhow, I made it - and while the number of books I read this year is very little compared to previous years (how did I manage to read over a 100 when I was in school?!), I’m glad I can connect with them, discover new worlds and sentiments, get inspired and appreciate the written word again.
Throughout the course of the year I also realised that my reading taste had changed quite a bit. I still like a good mix of genres when it comes to reading, but overall I tend to like more mature books, that is, adult rather than YA fiction. A few years I’d probably have been bored because the character’s felt too old for me or had to deal with problems that I couldn’t relate to properly. But I’m kind of glad to be heading into different sections of the book shop now, and discover new spines and new stories to sweep me away.
Back to reading also meant back to blogging at some point, since I felt I had too many topics that I wanted to write about. I’m glad I have a little corner for my own again in this vast space of the internet, where I can review, think out loud, discuss and maybe also inspire some of you.
And, lastly, I am grateful for everything that has happened with my favourite Book Unicorns book club this year: We read thought-provoking books (The Power), battled our way through a rather repetitive short story collection (see below), got enchanted by a magical book (The Spellbook of The Lost And Found), celebrated a bookish Christmas in style and had our first super-cosy reading night.
And then, of course, there were 38 books - some extremely good, others bland and uneventful and some quite bad. My books are distributed across shelves and boxes in different cities, so instead of stacking these and showing you the pretty spines, I have to present my best and worst books of 2017 as a list in my bullet journal (which, by the way, I am also extremely happy about and counts as one of my highlights of 2017).
Donna Tartt: “The Secret History”
I loved the slow suspense and the academic setting in this literary thriller. Also, very round characters, superb plotting and cool discussions about the Classics.
Helen Oyeyemi: “What Is Not Yours, Is Not Yours”
This collection made me fall in love with the short story format this year. The stories are as enchanting as the many covers of this book: secret gardens, college societies, seances and talking puppets can be found here, all displayed in changing settings with diverse characters.
Katherine Arden: “The Bear And The Nightingale”
I love Russian(-inspired) myths and folklore. This medieval fairytale blew me away with its beautiful storytelling, feminist theme, dark forests and conflict between old Heathen beliefs and Christianism.
Eleanor Catton: “The Luminaries”
I’ve never read a story as well-crafted as this one. From the New Zealand gold digger setting, Victorian style of writing and complicated links between the high number of characters to this rounded-off finale: this book carried me away.
I love how personal trauma and psychological issues are portrayed and enhanced by means of magical realism in this book. And as if this wouldn’t be enough already, we also get a dreary summer atmosphere, first buds of love and a poetic writing style.
Karen Joy Fowler: “We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves”
I never thought this book would make it onto this list, with me DNFing it two years ago. I gave it another try this year and (with altered expectations about the content) loved it! Another novel with an academic setting, about human nature, family relationships, psychology and somehow also research ethics.
Ludmilla Petrushevskaya: “There Once Lived A Woman Who Tried To Kill Her Neighbour’s Baby”
Oh my, this book was mostly an example of what I don’t like about short-stories if they’re not written well. The stories’ twists are repetitive, the writing felt distant and often I didn’t get the message.
Will I ever become a fan of Murakami? I don’t think so. This book left me bored. It wasn’t bad per se, but after reading the first book I was neither hooked nor inspired. I listed it as one of the worst books because the synopsis and other people’s reviews had given me quite high expectations. Now I know that I have to approach Murakami’s novels with caution or just avoid reading them altogether.
And to avoid finishing with these two disappointments: Thank you guys for following along through this post and this year. I hope 2018 will be gentle and good to us and provide us with lots of more books worth discussing and raving about.