To kick off my literary reflections for 2017, here are my favourite fiction books from this year. (Note that not all of these were published this year, that’s just when I read them.)
The following are abridged reviews; where there’s a longer version on the blog, I’ve linked to it. Blurbs are either from the back of the book, or from Amazon.
I need time alone the way other people need air.
(I also need air. I’m not a robot, contrary to popular opinion.)
From the beginning of February to the end of April, I did not have a single 24-hour period when I was alone the whole time. Frankly, I’m surprised I didn’t totally crack up, what with builders building and people staying and flying around Europe and conferencing and working and…
I needed a break.
There was something about it that jumped out at me. I’d told myself I wasn’t going to buy any more books for a while, because my to-read pile (well, my three to-read piles, if we’re being accurate) is really rather large.
But the title – beside myself, all in lower-case font – and the bright blue cover, and the little stick person on the side, intrigued me.
Oh well, I thought, why not?
And I got home, and I was tired because things are tiring at the moment, and I ran a bath, and I thought, Maybe I’ll read the nice new book instead of the forensics book that’s next on my list.
So I did. And it was Good.
This morning I got up late, having gone for a nine-mile walk last night, and I was curled up in a chair, working in my pyjamas, when I received the following message from my BFF.