Well, it’s that time of year again. With holiday travel plans and general hectic pandemonium expected, the probability of finishing off another book prior to year’s end is rather unlikely.
So…the envelope, please!
Best non-fiction: The Prize. It’s still amazing to me how great the influence of oil was on twentieth century politics and military strategy. “The Prize” is a monstrous tome, but an excellent education in and of itself.
Non-fiction runner-up: Confederates in the Attic. Some good writin’ about some good ol’ boys.
Best fiction: A Fire Upon the Deep. A prime example of why I love science fiction: take a concept (in this case, generally, basic modes of communication), totally twist it and turn it upside down, then add a crisis situation and extrapolate.
Fiction runner-up: Life of Pi. Even still, I feel a lot of emotion about this one when I think back on it. Some sadness for Pi and the tragedy (the “reality option”) he likely experienced; some sense of wonder and joy at the “otherwordly option”; a hearty dash of appreciation for the masterful articulation of some weighty concepts – it’s really an extended allegory, in the Biblical sense, teaching about faith.
And some stats:
Depending on how you look at it, 2012 could be the best year so far, it terms of books read. Yay! Seven books from 2010 were audio books (ahh, the joys of a long commute); I don’t really listen to audio books anymore since I moved in late 2011 – now my commute is a mere 5 minutes or so.
(In case you are comparing with last year’s post, FYI I also played around with the categories a bit; reassigning some from previous years.)