Fifty-two books a year is more auspicious that Fifty Shades of Grey.
The latter comes down to titillation. The former equates to reading a book a week for an entire year. That means turning off the TV and tuning into your book rather than channel flipping and digging in under the covers.
I’ve read that one should read at least 52 books a year. Well, I’ve tried, but the best I’ve done in one year since keeping track is 30, which I did in 2014, a year highlighted by my discovery of Terry Shames’ Samuel Craddock Mystery Series.
The fewest I’ve read in those years was 12 in 2011. That coincided with my writing 100 Things Giants Fans Should Know and Do Before They Die. During that journey to completing the book I like to refer to as “Giants for the John” my thumb drive got fried. And, you guessed it, I didn’t back it up. Thus, I lost Nos. 1 through 37 and had to start over. All wasn’t lost that year, I did manage to read one of my favorite series of books by Larry McMurtry, which began with The Last Picture Show.
I’m off to a less than auspicious beginning in 2016–I’ve read just one book–too much football, Jeopardy! and old movies, so I’ll just have to wait and see how the year treats me.
If I enjoy a book, I’ll say so, but I’m hardly a critic of what’s good and what’s not. I’m really not certain anybody is qualified for that task. I believe the whole process is a subjective matter. Everybody likes something different. Which leads me to my favorites I read in 2015, which were (and the fact that I read them in 2015 doesn’t necessarily mean the book came out in 2015):
Fiction: All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr
Non-Fiction: The Boys in the Boat, by Daniel James Brown
Favorite Book I Re-Read: Rich Man, Poor Man, by Irwin Shaw.
How do those selections rate with you list?