It’s not too late to give one more final List, is it? We’re only two days into 2020, so here you go. I’ll say this: I have an eclectic list. Here we go then. The Decade of Books.
First Book of the Decade: “No Kids: 40 Good Reasons Not to Have Children” by Corinne Maier. I literally LOLd. I mean, the answer is “Naps and Travel. The End.” Did I really need a book for this? Anyway, it’s written by a French mother of two. I will add, that in having been a Francophile in another life, they do seem to have a different view on motherhood and children.
Last Book of the Decade: “Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion” by Jia Tolentino. First of all, she’s Filipino, OK? So I was super excited to read this book of essays by this New Yorker staff writer and –as crowned by numerous articles — the “voice of a generation.” Barack Obama had this on his best of 2019 list. She is pretty brilliant.
The Book of Foreshadowing: “City of Thieves” by David Benioff. Read this book by screenwriter Benioff, and you’ll see why it was inevitable that he would ruin “Game of Thrones.” I’m just being petty – the book just wasn’t that good.
The Wow I’m Related to The Author (By Marriage) Book: “Crazy Rich Asians” by Kevin Kwan. Shout out to my brother for marrying well.
The I Will Go to See this Author Book: “Between the World and Me” by Ta-Nehisi Coates. I have actually seen him twice (the other time for “We Were Eight Years in Power”). He is a lovely lovely man, and his writing is, as Baldwin says “clean as a bone.” His sentences are beautiful and dense and squeeze your heart.
The Don’t Give Up Too Soon Book: “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” by Junot Diaz. I am an almost strictly nonfiction reader, but I had heard such great things about this book that I gave it a try. Diaz’s writing style was a challenge, and I was struggling, but finally! About halfway through I got his rhythm, and fell in love with this book. I’m glad I kept at it.
The I Wish I’d Given Up on This Book: “The Trial” by Franz Kafka. Can I please have these ____ hours of my life back? This book has paragraphs that go on for pages. Well, I guess I can go to a dinner party and say I’ve read Kafka? Meh.