It’s that time of year again. When we start looking back at the events that shaped the last eleven and half months and if you’re like me, the books that delighted us during that time. I’ve been pouring over my stats on Goodreads and marveling at how many thrillers and mysteries I read.
When I was in Taiwan earlier this year hanging out with Rhonda, the lady of the missionary household, she asked me what people are reading right now. I raddled off some names, you know, Ruth Ware, Tana French, the new Paula Hawkins. It was only after the words were out of my mouth that I realized she meant church people. What are they reading in Christian self-help, Kim, not the latest in chick thrillers. Oh. No wonder she was looking at me funny.
The year saw my introduction to historical fiction thanks to Beatriz Williams and her marvelous novel The Summer Wives. I have a huge author crush on Ms. Williams and I’m current delving into her Schuyler Sisters series. I admit it, I’m addicted. I also enjoyed The English Wife by Lauren Willig and The Alice Network by Kate Quinn. I had high hopes for The Clockmaker’s Daughter by Kate Morton but it was disappointing.
This was also a big year for true crime. I recently read I’ll Be Gone in the Dark by Michelle McNamara. That’s an incredible story made even more remarkable that the Golden State killer has been caught and Ms. McNamara is not here to see it. It’s a sad story all around and one I’m going to watch as it develops in the news. Other well-done true crime was The Dark Heart by Joakim Palmkvist and the Bloodlands series by Harold Schechter.
Memoir was down this year. I usually have several under my belt by this time but in 2018 only two made the list, Hillbilly Elegy by J.D Vance and Cheryl Strayed’s beautiful story Wild. I recommend them both.
A highlight in general fiction was Fredrik Backman’s A Man Called Ove. It’s a delightful story that strikes that difficult balance between poignant and amusing. I also enjoyed Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman. She’s at once off-putting and relatable, making for a page-turning romp that’s also like watching a train wreck.
Here’s to the great reads of the past year and all the great ones yet to come. Merry Christmas, y’all!