Real talk: 2014 was, overall, a pretty shit year for everybody. But we have less than twelve hours left in this year, so we might as well try to reflect on the good stuff that happened. Like how many good books we all read this year. So, please enjoy Loud Bookish Type’s Favorite Books of 2014. As always: these are the books I read in 2014, not necessarily ones that were released this year. Because I can’t be running off to the store and spending thirty bucks on every new hardcover that comes out. I mean, Jesus.
Anyway, this year I read and loved…
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:
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.
A few weeks ago, I was visiting friends in Iowa for a few days, and I obviously had to make a stop in Firehouse Books, an independent bookstore in the downtown area. I hadn’t been in a long time, and enjoyed rediscovering this place.
Happy birthday to my blog! Also happy birthday to Beyonce – the fact that she and my blog share a birthday is, I believe, a sign from the heavens.
I started this blog a year ago just because I needed a place to store all of my book reviews from Goodreads and didn’t have any plans beyond that. Since then, I’ve amassed some followers (hi guys!) and sort of gotten the hang of WordPress. Now, on the anniversary, I wanted to get some feedback from you, the handful of loyal readers who are interested in my book rantings for some reason. What do you guys like about the blog, and what do you think can be improved? Do you want to see more varied content, similar to the newly-introduced Bookstore Haul posts? For example, I’ve been thinking of adding a new feature where I evaluate movie adaptations of books – is this something you guys would be interested in reading? In short, how can I better serve your book-blog-related needs? Let me know in the comments; I’m going to go eat some cake.
My second trip to Eagle Eye wasn’t intended to be a book-buying excursion. I was there just to pick up my ticket for the Neil Gaiman reading on Saturday – obviously I’m super excited about this, and am only sad that I couldn’t get an advance copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane, because if early reports are to be believed, it’s goddamn amazing. Anyway, my plan was to get in, pick up my ticket, get out, and continue running errands.
Hello my blueberries, and welcome to the second installment of Loud Bookish Type’s irregularly-scheduled bookstore posts! This will be a slightly shorter entry, as it was a much shorter trip – in fact, I was only in the store for about twenty minutes, easily the briefest amount of time I’ve spent in a bookstore in years. So treat this entry as merely an introduction, since I will definitely be back in the future for a more in-depth look at the store.