I did! I’m as surprised as you. I read fifty-five books. When did that happen? I was pretty sure I spent all of 2021 sulking in a haze of self-pity.
And librarything already has graphs I can steal totally not steal but use appropriately because they have a share button!
Look at that! All those “horror” books are V.C. Andrews, a stack of which I got for free earlier in the year.
Hahahahah! Literature. How dose the Dewey Decimal System not have a section for “trashy incest escapism?”
I rated books:
I read a book that librarything categorized as being written by a ghost? Zombie? Pigeon?
(I clicked on it: the book was written by a bunch of science journalists, so I guess not a person, but persons. I learned from said book that you can get colder than absolute zero by some sort of bizarro integer overflow style physics mumbo-jumbo which is why I am in pure math because when things like that happen in pure math it doesn’t hurt my brain as much.)
I read no Stefan Zweig books this year, so I could not ask Netgalley for interviews with the author, as I have in years past.
Also, I am super sick of this WordPress Theme, but a quick glance through other options seem like I’ll be spending forever searching for one that isn’t just a photo portfolio. This is a rarely-updated writing and book blog. There are no photos.
Here are books. More than just that, the books I read in 2021.
I passed along all my V.C. Andrews books, so I likely won’t read any this year. Maybe I’ll move onto the Christopher Pike’s I grab every time I go to the thrift store.
Or maybe I’ll not read junk. Who knows?