This year, I made a vow to read more as a step to writing more. It’s a weird thing to say I’m taking December off from reading, but I’m taking December off from a lot of things. That lets this be as good a time as any to sum up what I read this year.
March through November, I read twelve novels, including two trilogies, and one book I didn’t write a post about. I also read three non-fiction books. Since, at least as far as fiction goes, that’s probably higher than my total for the five years before hand, I’d call it a successful venture.
Two of the novels were classics (Treasure Island, The Island of Doctor Moreau), four were self published (The Lodestone Trilogy, Alice in Deadland), and six were put out through professional houses (The Hunger Games Trilogy, Wicked, Old Man’s War, Pirate Cinema).