As it turns out, I like to read crap. Fluff. Mindless, trivial, frivolous junk. This is easily my dad's #1 pet peeve about me. Since I was a kid re-reading Nancy Drew mysteries or, worse yet, Babysitter's Club, he has been literally begging me to read something of substance. ANYTHING of substance. I'll admit that my teenage rebellion may have played a small role in my avid consumption of all sorts of the cheapest of genre fiction. That's not to say I haven't read my fair share of classics or more "appropriate" books, but my lifetime list of books is definitely more heavily weighted to the junk side.
Since I started grad school, I have almost stopped reading for pleasure completely. Forget about reading anything I have to think about for fun. Who would want to read anything more than the often hundreds of pages of assigned reading. And let's not even talk about the thousands and thousands of pages of dense academic tomes that I waded through in preparation for my PhD exams. Sure, I plowed through Harry Potter 1-7 on break and read a couple of James Patterson books here and there, but in the last year I've probably read fewer than 10 books. As a person who wrote about myself in a 3rd grade vocabulary activity, "I am a voracious reader," this is clearly unacceptable.
As I was coming up with resolutions for this year, I decided to stop reading crap. To keep myself honest, I incorporated a list of books read in 2010. See it over there? I confess that I'm including both books I read in person and books I listen to on my commute. For example, the Dean Koontz is a leftover from a cross-country journey to visit my family*.
Now here's where you come in. What should I read this year? Help me improve my reading list!
*Listening to books without a fast-moving plot (eg, biographies, historical) when driving cross-country alone is not an adventure I suggest undertaking. Trust me when I say that sorting, bleary-eyed, through the selection at a truck stop in Tulsa is not the ideal situation in which to purchase an audiobook.