I read, cover-to-cover, 72 books in 2010. I’ve read more in other years and considerably less in still others. It’s an average of six books a month, which, given all the other stuff I read (and write) is a fair amount.
The last one was Ian McDonald’s River of Gods, which I’d been putting off. I love Ian McDonald’s work, but I am way behind. I, at least, cannot read him quickly. His lines are such that require attention, appreciation. I have half a dozen others on my shelf to get to.
Among others of note, I read Michael Chabon’s Kavalier and Clay, which so wonderfully captures the essence of an age that I can’t recommend it too strongly, especially to all those mothers poised to toss out their children’s comic book collection when they aren’t looking (although such parents might be disappearing by now). …