A quick glance at the list is enough to send me fleeing to the mountains in absolute despair. The number of reads barely added up to an average of one book a month, which is a reflection of a very, very sorry state of affairs.
I was so consumed by work that I even missed out on a book sale held annually by one particularly friendly lupine. In fact, I have quite a number of books purchased last year (and the years before) still unread and sitting forlornly in their boxes, stashed away in a far corner of the room, quietly waiting to be picked up and flipped through. Why, believe me: I wish I could, too.
Also, it hardly helped that the books I read this year actually had rather depressing and unhappy plotlines. From one particular dark elf’s endless suffering of the loss of one and all he once held dear, to the disturbing suicides and emotional confusion experienced by bright teenagers – all this made me want to pack up and run away with curious Japanese-talking cats, never to return.
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, Philip K. Dick
Ubik, Philip K. Dick
Beatrice and Virgil, Yann Martel
Ghostwritten, David Mitchell
Blind Woman, Sleeping Willow, Haruki Murakami
Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami
Midnight Children, Salman Rushdie
Transitions Trilogy, RA Salvatore
The Orc King
The Pirate King
The Ghost King
Warehouse sales attended:
MPH Warehouse Sale, 24 May 2013
(See previous years’ lists: 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011 and 2012.)