It’s been a weird year for me both writing-wise and reading-wise. Wrote a novella, had a prose crisis, took three months off to read and study, still had a prose crisis, read some more, and did a particularly aggressive tearing down of my own writing.
Prose out of crisis, 32 books later.
Which is… unusual. I stopped reading much in high school, when I developed a particularly nasty short attention span. I’ve read more published fiction this past year than I have between 2010-2020. I don’t really know how to feel about that.
So, naturally, I should have some thoughts on the books I’ve read, right? I do, sort of. I’m a very neutral person and as a result, I don’t really have any strong feelings toward the majority of the books I’ve read this year. I do have some favourites I want to highlight, though.
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