As always, GoodReads does a nice job of summarizing my reading (Amazon-owned, even so).
This year GR points to 317 books and 82,619 pages. (Fortunately it doesn’t point to the unfortunate amount of grime on the ceiling fans and behind the radiators. Or how, sometimes, I forget birthdays and anniversaries.)
In any case, these numbers are more comforting than numbers like the number of books on my TBR list: 8,557 books.
In a “good” year, I add the same number of books to my TBR that I read in that year: holding even is a victory in my bookish world.
Last year, I was planning to write more than I was planning to read. And I did write more than in any previous year.
But because a lot of that writing was directly related to reading, essays and reviews, my reading log was comparable in the end.
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2018 = 338 books
It took me half a year to finish one of these titles last year, but it was worth it: I’ve read through half of these “must-read” novels so far.
Beginning with Mavis Gallant’s earliest short stories, with plans to read all 123 of her published tales, I’ve read 101 of her stories since 2017.
Shortest = 32
Longest = 1,146
33 Countries visited
19 Indigenous authors read
56 Off my own shelves
32 Illustrated volumes
40 Translated works
25 Short story collections
Busiest Reading Months: March and May
Quietest Reading Month: November and December
This makes no sense! In 2018, March and May were actually my quietest reading months. When I was a younger reader, the number of books that I read ebbed and flowed according to a predictable schedule (in summer, I read more, in general, and more fresh reads in particular). Later, when I was old enough to have the responsibility of care-giving for others with that reading pattern (school-induced, as you will have guessed), I read less in the summer, in general, but more comics and readalouds in particular). Now, I read more when I can and I read less when I can’t.
57% Authors who identify as female
22% Non-fiction reading
27% Writers of colour
39% Literary fiction
34% Canadian authors
Three reading experiences stood out for me throughout 2019. Partly because on most days in this reading year, I finished at least one book (sometimes more), but not these three books: I was reading them for days and days. The newest one I reread as soon as I finished reading it the first time, and the other two I was reading for months, in a series of nibbles, letting their stories rest on my tongue like a hard candy, that I knew would wear down to a sliver soon enough.
Amy Waldman’s A Door in the Earth (2019)
Reading this novel also sent me back to her debut, The Submission. It, too, is an immersive reading experience with an ensemble of characters, who each possess a different outlook on a complex matter.
With Door, Waldman was inspired by a real-life court case in the United States, in which a man was charged with terrorism-related offenses some years ago and, this past summer, those charges were vacated by the same judge. At least one character in the novel has experiences which result in a complete turn-about of their understanding and readers have a front-row seat to the change and development, of both character and story.
The book sent me scurrying to research topics that I didn’t even know could be so interesting (Waldman herself has a long-standing interest in the Middle East and Western Asia, having reported on the region for The New York Times for many years) and truly left me with a different perspective. All while being wholly entertained and engaged, so I didn’t even realize how much I was thinking and learning.
“To be female here was to grasp at scraps of information and sew them into the shape you imagined reality to be. Into fictions, patterned on distortions and inventions.”
Linda Hogan’s Solar Storms (1995)
This novel has been on my shelf since I read, and loved, her coming-of-age story, Power (1998). In the intervening years, I’ve often wondered whether I would find Power such an affecting story now: having spent so much time with Solar Storms over the past reading year, I have no doubt. There is something about Hogan’s way of seeing that makes me want to spend more time with her words. Not just to see them on the page, but to allow the way that she frames a narrative to affect the way that I see the world.
There are many remarkable women in this novel. Readers who have appreciated that energy in Toni Morrison’s and Louise Erdrich’s novels will want to add Linda Hogan to their reading list too. How we greet challenging times, how we nourish and negotiate significant relationships, how we act in the face of fear: there is much in this story that is relevant, so much more than could be relayed by a plot description. Anyway, Hogan’s writing is not so much about what happens as it is about unearthing meaning.
For months I carried this book with me, partly to read, partly for company. Often reading only a page or two in a sitting. Sometimes it felt as though it took me the same amount of time to read those two pages as it took to read an entire book by another author. Often I found myself stopping at a paragraph, retreading the same narrative path repeatedly: I would hover over that passage with a sticky note but ultimately would decide against marking it. It was so beautiful in the story that I didn’t want to isolate it by typing it into a file: I wanted to know that it existed in the book, there for me to discover it again, another time. Sometimes, though, I did flag a passage – like this one:
“Decisions are made in a person’s life by small moments of knowing, each moment opening until, like pieces of a quilt, one day everything comes together in a precise, clear knowing. It enters the present, as if it had come all of a piece. It was in this way that I began to understand who I was. Every piece of myself was together anew, a shifted pattern.”
Charles Palliser’s The Quincunx (1989)
This reading experience stands out for different reasons, not so much for the story itself, but for the way of relating to it. This is a book which I’ve had on my shelves for a couple of decades unread. That’s not unusual: what’s unusual is how many times I’ve begun to read it. On two of those occasions I read more than a couple hundred pages (once almost five hundred) before I lost track of the story and set it aside (never consciously, but time passed and other books claimed that reading time).
In every instance of my stalling, I had been enjoying the story. Which feels a little like Bleak House meets Great Expectations on the Dickens side of things and The Woman in White meets Armadale on the Collins side. Neither author is a special favourite of mine, but the intrigue and lush wordiness of Palliser’s narrative appealed all the same. Until it didn’t. Or, perhaps it’s more accurate to say, until other narratives appealed more. Because I never really stopped enjoying it. I just stopped reading it.
This year I didn’t read it any differently. It’s an oversized and extraordinarily heavy paperback. Once it occupied a long bookcase which ran beneath a window and a rainstorm permanently marked one portion of the binding which protruded from the shelf below, the warp prominent enough that you can’t help but trace the ripples with your fingertip. It’s such an awkward volume that I never even carried it outside in finer weather, not even to sit on the porch and read, not even to a bench in the park next door.
Nevertheless, this year I simply kept reading. And although I still don’t properly understand the details of the plot (a complex inheritance, with countless betrayals), I was content to read to the end and I was reminded that it is possible to finish reading a book that once seemed impossible to finish. Simply by reading every day. I was reminded that reading, the act of reading, itself, can be a pattern which gives meaning. That showing up in your chair can battle confusion.
“That was the idea to hold onto. Only justice gave the world back a pattern and therefore a meaning, for without it there was nothing but incoherence and confusion.”
I have often thought, in regards to housework, that you and I could easily be roomies – think of the reading we’d get done! And we’d have to own lots of mugs, so we’d only have to do the dishes once a week. 🙂
I especially like your Beautiful and Painful category this year. <3<3
And, of course, Delightfully Bookish is always a great category!
As you might have noticed, I am way behind already this year. I’m really looking forward to having a good few days in a row sometime to make some inroads. I’ve been reading too many good books to just let them slide!
As for the mugs, I reuse my mug many times before it makes it to the sink. I’m sure we could come up with a washing schedule, complete with audiobooks!
It’s good that you’ve been finding so many good books that they make you want to write about them: that’s a good sign!
In other years, I’ve often felt like my new year of reading didn’t even start until near the end of January. But those years are what make the other years seem so tidy!
My only reread this year was Harriet the Spy and I am glad to share that book with you! You had a wonderful year, nice diversity, amazing numbers. I want to up my reads by authors of color in 2020 and I hope to make a dent in my owned books as well.
We share that struggle to balance a desire to read our own books with a desire to borrow from the library: at one point I had considered making my goal 50/50% for this year and concentrating on that alone, but I decided against it and will simply try, try, try again, to pull from my own collection more often. rolls eyes
You had an amazing reading year! I love that you read so many books in translation. Here’s wishing you a fabulous read ahead!
Thanks, Iliana. I made time for a few more than I managed in the previous year (focussing on Québécois writers helps) and hope to do as well again this year!
Fascinating stats and such a variety read – well done! I had a decent 2019 of reading and acquired some great books to look forward to. Happy 2020 reading!
I’m looking forward to hearing about your new acquisitions as you make your way through your TBR this year!
I always enjoy your year roundup. You make the statistics a lot more attractive than I ever manage to! I’m, as ever, impressed by how you can narrow it down to just a few best reads of the year. I’m glad you found your Waldman reading so exceptional — at least that (plus a bit of money) made the BB debacle worthwhile. I’ll try again with A Door in the Earth at some point. I picked up The Quincunx over Christmas and managed fewer than five pages before setting it down. That will be another one to attempt again sometime. And then you’ve made the Linda Hogan sound very appealing. I still haven’t tried Erdrich, but I’d like to read from both of them now.
Thanks, Rebecca: it’s the back-end coding, not any skill on my part, but I do enjoy trying to get the widgets to work with the data I have – it uses a part of my brain that reading/writing doesn’t touch. I’m so glad to have read the Waldman stuff. And I hadn’t troubled to read The Submission after all those years, so it’s unlikely I’d’ve made time for this new book if I hadn’t thought I had an assignment to fulfill. (I requested to have the payment contingent on publication, so no payment, but I can’t say the time was wasted, because I learned a lot from/about Waldman.) If the first few pages of The Q didn’t suit, it’s a good thing you’re waiting: it’s all-of-a-piece. Awhile back, I was to read it with a friend, and she finished but I did not (and she gave her copy away and I’ve kept mine): timing is (nearly) everything, I believe. Maybe you’ll find one of the other books in your volunteer bookshop discoveries…
Wow! What a great year of reading! Thanks for the tip on Solar Storms. I added it to my read in 2020 list 🙂
If you can find Power more easily – or her writing on nature – I recommend them all!
Housework? What’s housework????
Moving stacks of books from one part of the house to another part of the house, maybe? 🙂
LOL I agree entirely about prioritising reading over housework!
I only think about it when someone who doesn’t read – or have some similarly consuming passion in their life – comes over. And even then I get over it soon enough! 🙂
Congratulations on a great & impressive reading year! Wow!
I stuck through The Quincunx when I first read it, but I could as easily as stopped halfway through, too. I found it just OK at the time. Not terrible or anything, but just a little too comfortable a pastiche of his models.
I should reread the Fionavar Tapestry, too. Hmmm….
Thank you: there were so many great reads this year! I was quite anxious as to whether Fionavar would be “all that” but I enjoyed it every bit as much. This year, I’m planning to reread a couple more of his as well (Tigana and Arbonne, at least). Oh, and I’m going to read Miss MacIntosh later this year: are you still interested in that one?
I would be interested in doing a reading of Miss MacIntosh! (Since we missed it for its appropriate year.) It would probably have to be summer or even fall. We’re doing some traveling in the next few months (yay!) and then Cleo and I were talking about reading the Decameron after that.
I’ve never read Tigana…I should read that, too…
Originally I was thinking summer, as well, but now that I haven’t even begun to read the next ‘long’ book that I’d been eyeing…well, I just don’t know how realistic even that will be. But I definitely want to read it!
Wowee, your reading stats are fabulous. 2019 seems to have been a pretty good year for you in bookish terms. I read The Quincunx many moons ago, and I remember being utterly enthralled by the complex story. I can’t remember it now though. I really hope your 2020 reading is just as good.
I’m so glad you said so – I felt like I was beginning to forget some parts of John’s inheritance puzzle as soon as I closed the cover! 🙂 But there were parts of the novel that I found terrifically engaging (the “school” and the prison bits, for instance). Yes, it was a great year all around: thank you.
OMG girl, 317 books, that is amazing, and I one day hope to have a number that high!!! Well done. You are the very person I talk about when people are shocked by my 104 stat from this year-I tell them that some other bloggers have a way higher number, but they don’t believe me! And good job on your TBR 🙂
I wasn’t even reading 100 books a year when the girls were as young as yours are now: so good on you! That whole waking up earlier thing has really worked out for you, eh?
haha yes it certainly has! Strangely enough. It sucks physically getting out of bed, but when does it not? haha Once I’m settled in with my tea and book I absolutely love it
Love your descriptions of your reading experience. No I have not read any of these except Harriet the Spy, which was a huge influence. I enjoyed your thoughts about that as well.
Thanks, Lory: Harriet is just wonderful, isn’t she!
What a score! I’m looking forward very much to the Waldman.The Submission was one of the best post-9/11 novels I’ve read.
One different element of the newer novel is that our initial narrator is rather young and one could ascribe a lot of her experience to her youth (whereas I think people of all ages can travel the path she walks in the story), whereas making the designer in The Submission a little older changes the dynamic. I’m not sure I could choose a favourite though: very excited for you to read it and see what you think!