The end of the year is upon us… Some will say “Hooray!” Others will Boo, I’m just like “Meh!”
Anyway, I thought this would be a great time to have a consolidated look at all the books that I’ve read this year. Plus, I like making graphs and pie charts and analysing things. Win-win!!!
Firstly, I will go through my top 5 favourite books that I read in 2017. This is a very subjective list, and some of the excitement that I had initially may have subsided, but I believe this list to be an honest representation of my feelings right now on the 30th of December 2017.
Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Love. Love. Love. Is all I have for this book. I have never cried such painful tears before. If you want to read more about me fangirling out over this book, you can check out it out here.
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Wow. This book moved me a very different way from the rest. It moved me spiritually and I do not say that often. It’s very quotable but not in a cheesy way.
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
Another book that just made me cry, cry and cry because of how true and relevant it was. Absolutely amazing.
The Mothers by Britt Bennet
I was quite proud of myself because I didn’t cry while reading this book. This was more of a smouldering fire, addressing difficult (and controversial) issues with grace and honesty.
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
I thought this story was hilarious. Mr Wilde writes with that British air of wit and dry humour that I adore.
This year, I was decidedly more active with my reading (if only I could be this way about my gym membership). For the first time, I set up a Goodreads challenge to read at least two books a month. I can happily say I completed the challenge and then some, reading a total of 31 books. You can see the list of everything that I’ve read here. I also made the conscious choice to read diversely, this meant in terms of the authors, the genres and settings. Sometimes I did fall back into my routine, for example, more than 80% of what I read is fiction. I really struggle with non-fiction, it usually feels like too much information to absorb, and honestly, sometimes it can be a little boring. So that is something I plan to work on going into 2018.
About 30% of the fiction I read features magic, sci-fi or general otherworldliness in some form or another. I’m grateful that I haven’t lost that side of me in favour of more realistic stories.
“Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t want to live there.”
Looking at the authors of these books, I am very happy with the gender distribution with almost a 50/50 split in favour of females. Yaasss!! Ladies.
I’m a bit disappointed with the racial split, with authors of colour (POC) being just under 50% of what I read. As an African living in Africa, I was hoping that they would have the majority. Looking at these two charts, I know that 2018 is going to be all about Australia and South America. Jokes. I’ll be reading what’s on my shelves, 2017 saw the purchase of way too many books, but I digress.
Overall, I’m so chuffed with all the books I was able to cramp into 2017. However, in 2018 I hope I will focus more on writing (even reviews of books I’ll read). I need to practice using my words. Though working full-time must take top priority, I hope I will learn to manage my time better so that I can do the things I enjoy, like writing this blog. Can’t wait for what the future has in store for us. 😊
Once upon a time, I had believed that if you could list all the things you loved about someone, you didn’t really love them, least not completely. Because in my quite feeble understanding, Love shouldn’t or rather couldn’t be quantified.
Love is this abstract concept, an immeasurable force, much like infinity. We created a scale simply to ease our vast ignorance to its majesty.
So if you ever succeeded in counting my favourable qualities, and everything you adored about me could fit neatly on a piece of paper. Then I would be convinced you didn’t love me enough. For if this love was true, and you dared to quantify it, you should be counting for all eternity.
But maybe this was just an excuse. A way for me not to truthfully appreciate the depths of my love for you. If I simply assumed my love was endless, I didn’t have to prove it. I just accepted it as true and expected you to do the same. Now I realise that that was not enough.
I love you, I honestly do. I feel it everywhere within me, through the shivers that run from the warmth of my heart down to the tips of my toes and upwards, creating a love-drunk haze in my head.
Once I tried to put in words all that you meant to me, I realised I just how much I need you, how much I want you. How unique this feeling in this moment with you is.
So even with the few things about you, I was able to commit to paper, I knew our love was immeasurable and I was content with the evidence of it.
When I was a child, I got it into my head that I was the reason for my parents’ love. That before me they existed rather plainly, without the most profound level of love between parent and child.
But now that I’m older, I can see just how backwards I had it. ‘Cause it’s not me who made their love, their love created me.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch this mature kind of love:
It’s the type of love that’s always there without having to announce itself;
The kind that doesn’t want to leave without a kiss goodbye;
The kind that chooses to sit next to each other even after all these years;
The kind that will still take the time to entertain each other.
This love did everything in its power to shield us from the misery of the world. It wasn’t about having plenty, it was about having enough. Enough warmth, protection, opportunities; enough comfort laughs, support and most of all enough love.
I love you, mum and dad. I pray for a love like yours.
PS: Pragma – Ancient Greek for a mature type of love. This was the deep understanding that developed between long-married couples. (Source)
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