Man, the new year really snuck up on us there, didn’t it? I feel like it was August like, a month ago. But 2014 gallops apace, and once again I’m going through my review archive and compiling my list of my favorite books from this past year. Loyal readers will note that I have learned from last year and am writing this entry on December 31th, instead of attempting to write a “best of” list on January 1st whilst fighting an angry hangover. Hooray for progress.
As always, the following list contains books that I read in 2013, not books that necessarily came out in that year. Once again, it’s a pretty eclectic list, but I think it represents the scope of my reading this past year. And I’m more or less caught up with my backlog of reviews by now, so this year there is a corresponding review for almost every book on this list. Please enjoy, loyal readers.
Loud Bookish Type’s Ten Favorite Books of 2013, in No Particular Order:
Although technically a sequel to The Shining (published in 1977 and probably Stephen King’s scariest and best book – step to me, It fans), this book should not be approached as such, because in reality the two novels have very little in common besides the central characters. This isn’t a bad thing – I just want to warn anyone going into this book to get rid of the “straightforward sequel” mindset. Doctor Sleep is a sequel to The Shining the way American Gods is a sequel to Anansi Boys. That’s not the first Neil Gaiman comparison I’m going to make in this review, so prepare yourselves.
The closing of an independent bookstore always results in a barrage of mixed feelings for me. I’m saddened when I find out that a local bookstore is going out of business, and also feel guilty that I never visited the store more often (or at all) before its decline – there’s always the sense that I, in my own small way, contributed to the closing. And then my excitement over the going-out-of-business deals makes me feel like some sort of carrion bird, gleefully picking at the carcass of something that was beautiful once. It’s callous, really, the way I descend on closing bookstores and pick through their heavily-discounted wares that I never appreciated before. But on the other hand…cheap books.
“Last night I dreamt of Nauquasset again.”
To be completely fair to Rachel Pastan, I don’t know how else she was supposed to open a novel that’s an updated version/homage/restaging of Daphne du Maurier’s (masterpiece) Rebecca. Everybody knows the famous “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again” opening line. I mean, you have to do the line, right?