For the first time in years, I am all over this holiday season. I’ve decorated my house, found a gorgeous new wreath for front door, and hung the stockings. We’ve watched the first half of It’s A Wonderful Life. The tree has been up for almost 48 hours and the puppy has not knocked it down or eaten the ornaments or been electrocuted by the lights.
As this year winds itself down, I’m taking a look back at my top reading pleasures of 2011. Here they are, in no particular order:
In making my list I made some discoveries:
1. I’m growing up. My preferences have become less highbrow (what I’m supposed to read) and more about what I enjoy.
2. I read far fewer books in 2011 than I thought I did. I spent more time engrossed in author interviews and great, long essays.
3. I tend to read and re-read my favorite authors. I need to give the lesser-knowns more of a chance.
4. I don’t like fiction as much as I used to. In fact, I’m reading a National Book Award winner now and I feel manipulated.
5. The memoir is not dead. In fact, it’s barely got it’s sea legs. Peoples’ real lives, and how they choose to make them into art, are endlessly fascinating.
What did you discover about your reading self? Have any favorite books to share?