My reading goal for 2018 was 80 books (and the same 30 – 10 (skipped the 20) as previous years). When I set this, I was still commuting 2 hours a day, and it didn’t seem at all crazy. Then we moved, and my commuting time turned to 10 minutes walking each direction to get to work, and voila – natural reading time disappeared. I find that it is much more difficult for me to get the reading done now, as I have to consciously make time for it, or it won’t happen. Anyway, how did it go?
Number of books
I ended at 79 read books. I could’ve pushed this and reached the 80, but I didn’t want to, and thus didn’t. I’m perfectly OK with this total, and doubt I’ll get even close to it this year.
So the 30 still stands for books from 30 countries, which I – once again – did not even come close to. The authors came from 15 different countries. Actually quite happy about this too, as I don’t think 15 is bad…
The 10 in the challenge stands for 10 different decades (I wrote centuries first – not THAT would have been a real challenge…). I covered 8 different decades, so with this one I’m pretty bummed. I’ve made it easily in previous years, so I clearly did something wrong!
I also set a goal of reading 80% female authors, and ended at 82.3%, so mission accomplished!
An inofficial goal of mine is to read some Nobel laureates every year. I imagine this will also help broaden my reading horizons. This year I covered 3 – Selma Lagerlöf, Doris Lessing & Svetlana Alexievich.
I’ve already covered my favorites in the Best of 2018 post, but what about worst?
I found Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s Shadow of the Wind tedious. While I liked his descriptions of war-time Barcelona, the story as a whole did nothing to me. My completely unscientific methods tell me that if you’re a middle-aged, middle-class white man however, you probably like it (people at work talked about it; this was the division).
If you’re into shitty and shallow descriptions of women, I suggest reading Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 (trilogy). I really love his way with words and the stories, but seriously. Come on Murakami, let a woman have something to say.
Malin Persson Giolito’s Bara ett barn (I guess “Only a child”?). This was the author’s debut, and you can tell. It’s not necessarily BAD, it just feels a bit… forced?
While I didn’t love Octavia E. Butler’s Parable of the Sower when I read it (mainly due to the religious undertones of it) it has stayed with me, so I think I need to revalue that and maybe even read the sequel?