I like to look back upon the books I read during a given year. A sense of accomplishment, a feeling that I’ve learned something. To remember things that moved me; where I was or what I was doing. Sitting in a little café in springtime Yerevan reading Camus. Carving out all of Thanksgiving day, somehow, and reading Hunger in a single sitting over piles of food (the irony is not lost on me). Finding my sense of the fight again with Hunger Games; the joy of a fresh perspective in Song of America; rediscovering something epic and grand in Of Human Bondage.

Here is my year in review of books. My target was 30, I managed 49. I’m gonna try for 40 in 2022 – please follow me on Goodreads. And also set up your own challenge, and pick your own books for this new year (why don’t you pick some of mine?). Everything has changed, and I don’t say that lightly. We need to read, to know where we are going and be ready for it.