As you know, my memory is like a wide-holed sieve. Things just do not stay in there. Okay, that's not true. Random facts and trivia stay in there. I can tell you all sorts of really boring information about capitals of the world and the order of the presidents and every winner of America's Next Top Model. But I can't tell you what books I've read this year.
Or, rather, I wouldn't be able to if I didn't keep a list. After I finish a book I jot down the title, the author, when I finished it, and a brief synopsis with commentary so that at the end of the year when someone asks, as my Dad did last night, "So what was the best book you read this year," I can flip through it and say, "Oh, Such and Such was awesome." Except that I didn't have my notebook with me last night and so I fumbled a bit and said, "Well, that book that I just finished like 15 minutes ago was great." Because that's as far back as my memory for books goes. Even if I loved the book. Ugh, it's tough being 80.
But I just finished going through the notebook and doing my year-end review and now I can say that the best book I read last year was Unbroken. Can you believe that? A non-fiction book? I am as shocked as you are. But the story was incredible (he killed a shark with his bare hands, after surviving a plane crash and being adrift at sea for weeks!!) and was told impeccably. That kind of combo makes my heart swoon. My runner-up was The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. This is not surprising in the least because everyone knows that I love a book about a smart girl solving a mystery.
What was the best thing you read last year?