According to LibraryThing, I read or tried to read 42 books this year. Scrolling through the list, a lot of the titles stir only the vaguest of recollections in my mind.
The ones that stand out as good (or very good) reads:
The Martian by Andy Weir. As I mentioned on Twitter, I enjoyed this book even more than I enjoyed the movie. The narrative style and the narrator’s voice *made* the book.
Penric’s Demon by Lois McMaster Bujold. This is a novella set in her Chalion world, and it made me wish she would revisit it and tell stories based around the other Quintarian gods. Loved it; it prompted re-listening to The Curse of Chalion and Paladin of Souls.
Sean Kennedy’s Tigers on the Run left me feeling ambivalent; I enjoyed it while I read it as revisiting favorite characters but I did not love the plot. Simon came across as petty and unprofessional, which was discomfiting since he was the narrator.
Non-fiction books King of Russia and The Road Beneath My Feet, both memoirs, were pretty good as entertainment but were not necessarily sterling examples of the craft of writing. I’d recommend them to hockey and music fans but not necessarily to the public at large.
On the oops side, glomming Susanna Kearsley was a mistake; some of the books are reissues and are not so good, and none of them stand up to reading in close succession.
I’m mostly broken up with Nora Roberts aka JD Robb.
I’m looking forward to the new Vorkos-iverse book from Bujold in the spring, but otherwise I’m not sure what’s coming out soon or what I should be looking forward to.