I didn't read much in 2013, which is odd enough, and then what I did read was abandoned more often than not, a truly rare (and somewhat bizarre) occurrence for me.
But there were some gems:
The Yard by Alex Grecian
The Tiger's Wife by Téa Obreht
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris
Bellman & Black by Diane Setterfield
A year without a new installment from Tana French is a deeply sad thing, but 2014 has brought some fresh new-to-me authors that are a delight.
The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg was a perfect first read of the year. Then I discovered the fabulous John Green. I loved The Fault in Our Stars so much that I followed it immediately with Looking for Alaska. Don't make me say which is better - just no. They are both so beautiful. But Alaska, you know?
Last year was so very much like living in a storm, for me. This year it feels as though the winds have calmed and the sky is that brilliant too-blue that we only see afterward. Now is the time to go about the metaphorical business of clean-up: sweeping away the debris and making assessments.
Stay gold.
