Books I Read in 2018: A Review in Statistics

The nine books I read in 2018 are solidly in the 4 and 5-star camps, which I’m pleased silly about. These days, as a working mom to a toddler who increasingly demands that his playtime involve my participation, I’m all about quality, not quantity. And considering the fact I acquired a couple of my new all-time favorite reads in 2018, I’d say it was a satisfying reading year.

Here’s the list of the books I read, in chronological order:

The Wind-Up Bird Chronciles by Haruki Murakami – 5
The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer5
The Gifts of Imperfection by Brené Brown4
Dawn (Lillith’s Brood #1) by Octavia Butler– 5
Adulthood Rites (Lillith’s Brood #2) by Octavia Butler – 5
Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan – 4
Imago (Lillith’s Brood #3) by Octavia Butler – 5
Chasing the Scream by Johann Hari – 5
Iron Gold by Pierce Brown – 5

If you’re new here, here’s a quick background info on the annual book reviews I do: A few years ago, I decided to try something to give myself a bird’s eye view of the type of material I was reading and by who and from where. I derived some hard data based on: genre, publishing decade, book setting, author nationality, author gender, author race, protagonist gender, and protagonist race. This experiment began after I realized it was important for me to pay attention to what I was being influenced by (I wrote about it here).

Since then, it’s become something of a tradition. It’s always pretty cool to be able to see how my reading habits have evolved, or stayed the same. It’s that time of the year again, so here we go!

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Creative Writing, Writing Challenge

We only have today

Note: This is a work of Red Rising fan fiction and contains Morning Star spoilers. Be forewarned.

Broken, fragile ankles sway in the gentle breeze. It is her again. Her voice, as tiny as it is to my ears, reverberates my chest. Her head bows, unmoving; her tangled, red mess of hair falls forward, concealing the rope around her neck. I cannot tell where her voice comes from. Looking around her, I see Red people. Their mouths are wide open, as if in a choir, harmonizing the letter “A”.

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Bold, hairless apes and their plastic idols

“And I wonder, in my last moments, if the planet does not mind that we wound her surface or pillage her bounty, because she knows we silly warm things are not even a breath in her cosmic life. We have grown and spread, and will rage and die. And when all that remains of us is our steel monuments and plastic idols, her winds will whisper, her sands will shift, and she will spin on and on, forgetting about the bold, hairless apes who thought they deserved immortality.”

Pierce Brown, Morning Star

Books, Creative Writing, Life, Writing Challenge

Meeting Pierce Brown

Last spring, Kent devoured through the first two books to the Red Rising trilogy and couldn’t stop raving about Pierce Brown, the author. He immediately started leaving his copy of Red Rising on my side of the bed (he’s subtle like that). So I gave in and picked it up one night in April. I observed the author picture and bio: a young, white, decent-looking man wearing a leather jacket. His eyes were very blue.

“Pierce Brown has piercing blue eyes,” I said to Kent and he nodded knowingly. Or maybe he was the one who said it first. Either way, the phrase Pierce Brown’s piercing blue eyes would eventually become a catchphrase between us.

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