2015 was the year that Marty McFly went back to the future. It was also the year when I travelled back in time as far as the Bronze Age (The Gift of Stones by Jim Crace), forward as far as 7000 AD (Seveneves by Neal Stephenson), and to locations as diverse as France, China, and Outer Space. Yes, it’s time for my annual review of my year in books.
“Another year over, a new one just begun,” to quote John Lennon. This year I travelled as far as Cuba and Nigeria, went back in time to 1920s Alaska and 18th century Scotland, soared on the wings of a dragon, and saw forward to a nanotech future. And all through the pages of books.
Some people mark the year by life events, news stories, or the passing of seasons. I mark the year by the books I have read.
Thanks to the wonders of Goodreads, I can tell you that in 2013 I read 46 books. In the past year, novels have brought me to Boston, Mexico, and Iran, and have opened portals to the fantasy lands of Faerie and Camor. They’ve sent me back in time to ancient Rome and Victorian England, as well as forward in time to a dystopian America.