2014! What a year! So many things happened. I read so many… terrible books. Okay, not really terrible, but disappointing.
This is a bummer of a Year End List but I have some strong feelings. Besides, like Festivus, New Year is a time to reflect on how my loved ones (authors) disappointed me.
Here is my list of grievances:
I returned from my vacation in tropical lands without having got my Groove Back. I was meh about The Ocean at the End of the Lane. By April, I had forgotten I was even reading The Scapgoat and remembered that The Golem and the Jinni was too long. May told me This House Is Haunted but the ghosts weren’t all that interesting.
Up until this point, my reading problems could be blamed (mostly) on my prickly attitude. Was it the books or me? They left me cold or annoyed me. That would change as the universe trolled me with some legitimately irritating books.
From what I had read in reviews of the following books, I should have enjoyed them. They were well received and sounded like they were up my alley. I couldn’t get past the creepy protagonist doctor in Summer House with Swimming Pool and let an octopus illustrate my feelings on that one. Queen of Tearling, a book touted to have the feminist protagonist heroine we’ve all been waiting for, taught me that all women over forty are gross and our gross faces should hide themselves away in shame. People couldn’t stop talking about The Book of Strange New Things and how great it was. I was less than enamoured with it and couldn’t stop thinking about the things that bugged me about it.
The last two months of the year arrived and it had to get better, right? Some Canadian historical fiction, perhaps? That didn’t pan out as Girl Runner made me want to run away from reading and Bride of New France should have been left at the alter.
Probably the biggest disappointment of all was the book I’d been waiting for all year, the one of which I tried, and failed, to get an advanced copy. The Paying Guest didn’t deliver the unexpected twists and turns I thought it would. I was glad I waited to get it from the library. Sorry Sarah Waters fans. My heart broke a little over that one.
To put the cherry on the cake, The Rosie Effect’s only effect was to cause steam to come out of my ears.
I honestly am not this negative. I usually cheerily proclaim that I am so good at picking out books I know I will like that I only ever read good ones (ha!). Obviously, 2014 was an off year. 17 out of 55 books read this year, not quite half, were books I didn’t love. Some I disliked more than others. It was a weird year. Seeing it all laid out like this makes me sad.
They weren’t awful books, just not for me books…except for The Rosie Effect, that’s not for anyone.
While this is a negative list, it’s been cathartic for me. 2015 will be a better reading year for me. It will! And just so you all won’t think I read nothing I liked this year, my next post will be for all the books I loved in 2014. I did have a few of those.