I hope you all had wonderful Christmas, that you managed to find time to relax, breathe and think, but also to be, fully consciously be, with your family and with yourselves.
I have a feeling I’m late to the party on this one, or at least cutting it very fine, but here’s my list of the books I read this year and really liked, I wasn’t buying too many books this year, so it’s not limited to books published in 2017, just to what I read this year. It was of course supposed to be a ‘top 10’, but I just couldn’t get the list shorter and I can always use the excuse that it’s top 17 for 2017.
If you read any of those let me know your thoughts on them!
The order is random and links are to my reviews. Enjoy!
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy – John le Carré
For giving me a little bit more faith in spy thrillers. I loved it, there was tension, characters and suprisingly slow but gripping pace.
White Teeth – Zadie Smith
For so much positive energy and being a reminder of a simpler world (an illusion I know).
We Need to Talk About Kevin – Lionel Shriver
For being a thoroughly unpleasant, painful, shattering and yet fantastic read. I don’t think I’ll ever go back to this book, but I also don’t think I’ll ever forget it
A Horse Walks into a Bar – David Grossman
Another not very pleasant one, this time for playing my emotions so perfectly. And for conveying the atmosphere of stand-up show gone wrong so well.
The Captive Mind – Czesław Miłosz
Eye opening and reminding me of my country’s history, but also universal truths about how weak all of us are.
The Rainmaker – John Grisham
Probably one of the best Grisham’s I read, has it all, the plot, the characters, the courtroom, rooting for the under-dog, twist at the end. Great fun.
Elizabeth and Her German Garden – Elizabeth von Arnim
Pure delight, love of nature and witty and sharp observations about people. Joy!
Big Brother – Lionel Shriver
I’m still thinking if in the end this book isn’t better than Kevin, it feels a bit more mature, not trying to shock when it’s not needed.
Into Thin Air – Jon Krakauer
This is probably the best non-fiction book I’ve read in my life. I couldn’t put it down, even though we all knnow how it ends.
House of Day, House of Night – Olga Tokarczuk
For reminding me how days used to felt endless, time was just passing by, but it was not a concern. How it was nice to let it drift.
It – Stephen King
For being one of the best books about childhood.
Letters to a Young Contrarian – Christopher Hitchens
For reminding me to think, to stay on my toes.
The Optician of Lampedusa – Emma Jane Kirby
Taking me through a different aspect of the refugee crisis. Showing how it affects us all.
Somewhere Towards the End – Diana Athill
For showing me zest for life that’s rarely seen. Beautiful, wise, optimistic and sharp.
Fantastic portrait of a city, it showed me New Orleans in a lot more aspects than London: The Biography showed me London, despite it’s thorough research. Thiso ne is touching, moving, showing city as a living organism, but made of people’s stories.
Let Me Tell You – Shirley Jackson
Short stories and essays, an absolute delight. Jackson’s writing is exquisite and her gift of observation as sharp as they come.
The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion
Personal and moving coming ot terms with grief. It was deeply touching but without emotional blackmail, Didion actually tries to understand what happened to her brain when the impossible has struck.
Photo by Violetta Kaszubowska