For the past four years, I’ve set and kept the same resolution – read at least 25 books a year (at least 1 a month).

In 2011 I read 26.  In 2012 I read 47; that was the year I read through all of Patricia Cornwell.  Sadly I lost the list for 2013.  And 2014 is listed below…

1. Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls; Essays, Etc. – David Sedaris  (m/f)
2. Life, On the Line – Grant Achatz and Nick Kokonas  (m)
3. Unraveling Anne – Laurel Saville  (m)
4. Relish, My Life in the Kitchen – Lucy Knisley  (graphic m)
5. Resistance – Anita Shreve  (f)
6. At Home in the World – Joyce Maynard  (m)
7. Look Me in the Eye; My Life with Asperger’s – John Elder Robinson  (m)
8. Breaking Night: A Memoir of Forgiveness, Survival, and My Journal from Homelessness to Harvard – Liz Murray  (m)
9. Don’t Kill the Birthday Girl; Tales from an Allergic Life  – Sandra Beasley  (m)
10. Signs of Life – Natalie Taylor  (m)
11. Fear Nothing – Lisa Gardner  (f)
12. The Girl Factory – Karen Dietrich  (m)
13. Touch and Go – Lisa Gardner  (m)
14. I Totally Meant to Do That – Jane Borden  (m)
15. Sex Changes; A Memoir of Marriage, Gender, and Moving On – Christine Benvenuto  (m)
16. Waiting; The True Confessions of a Waitress – Debra Ginsberg  (m)
17. Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse – Alida Nugent  (m)
18. The Crowd Sounds Happy; A Story of Love, Madness, and Baseball – Nicholas Dawidoff  (m)
19. My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands – Chelsea Handler  (m)
20. Chanel Bonfire – Wendy Lawless  (m)
21. Jujitsu Rabbi and the Godless Blonde – Rebecca Dana  (m)
22. Heads in Beds: A Reckless Memoir of Hotels, Hustles and So-Called Hospitality – Jacob Tomsky  (m)
23. The Gastronomical Me – MKF Fisher  (m)
24. The River of Doubt; Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey – Candice Millard  (b)
25. Mirror, Mirror Off the Wall; How I Learned to Love my Body by Not Looking at It for a Year – Kjerstin Gruys  (m)
26. Dead Men do Tell Tales; The Strange and Fascinating Cases of a Forensic Anthropologist  – Williams R. Maples, PH.D  (m/nf)
27. Hungry; What Eighty Ravenous Guys Taught Me About Life, Love & the Power of Good Food – Darlene Barnes  (m)
28. Fault Lines – Nancy Huston  (f)
29. Her – Christina Parravani  (m)
30. What the Dog Did; Tales from a Formerly Reluctant Dog Owner – Emily Yoffe  (m)
31. Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) – Mindy Kaling  (m)
32. Best Food Writing 2013 – Editor Holly Hughes  (nf)
33. Are You There, Vodka?  It’s Me, Chelsea – Chelsea Handler  (m)
34. Dead Wrong – Allen Wyler  (f)
35. The Little Giant of Aberdeen County – Tiffany Baker  (f)
36. How to Bake a Perfect Life – Barbara O’Neal  (f)
37. The Man Who Ate Everything – Jeffrey Steingarten  (m/nf)
38. The Center of Winter – Marya Hornbacher  (f)
39. Anything That Moves; Renegade Chefs, Fearless Eaters, and the Making of a New American Food Culture – Dana Goodyear  (m/nf)
40. Cutting for Stone – Abraham Verghese  (f)
41. Blood, Bones, & Butter – Gabrielle Hamilton  (m)
42. Mortal Evidence, The forensics behind nine shocking cases – Cyril Wecht, MD, JD  (nf)

42 books for 2014!  Go me!  And this year included some of my new all-time favorites (38, 40, 35, 31, and 5).

How many books do you think you read this year?  Which was your favorite

I love to read.  I enjoy most books, though I gravitate towards nonfiction, particularly about history or food; historical fiction; fantasy; and murder mysteries, particularly from authors with a scientific bent a la Kathy Reichs.  My favorite genre, however, in fact the genre in which all three of my top three favorite books reside, is memoir.

I want to preface this post by mentioning how sad I am that I lack the vocabulary to discuss literature on any real level.  That’s how I feel about a lot of the topics that I would like to blog about, actually – I have a million thoughts in my head but I don’t have the vocabulary essential to getting those thoughts out into a coherent post.  I know that sounds kind of funny as a former English major and English teacher, but those days feel like they were several lifetimes ago at this point.

Instead of pontificating, I’ll just share a brief synopsis, a quote, and a super short explanation of why I’ve deemed these particular memoirs worthy of 8 million rereadings.

So, briefly, my three favorite books…

{1} Wasted, Marya Hornbacher

A brutal, comprehensive telling of Marya’s eating disorder: EDNOS with periods of anorexia and bulimia.  I have always been a big reader, but this is the book that changed literature for me. It is the reason I love memoirs, and having read it was probably a major factor in my choosing a career in English originally.

I read this book for the first time in 8th grade and so many of Hornbacher’s choices made a lasting impression on me.  This is the book that showed me the story that a true author can pull from real life.  Beauty in memoir is made even more magnificent to me by the fact the story is working within the confines of reality.  Hornbacher taught me that it is okay to be a sesquipedalian; having to read with a dictionary at my side was part of the fun; I learned the word “bereft” from a passage she wrote about shaving her armpits.  Finally, I love the way that Hornbacher is able to put her reader into her mindset, with different parts of the book reading magical or manic depending on her outlook at the time.  Never mind the fact that she is regularly lauded for the wonderfully truthful, realistic job she does of presenting life with an eating disorder.  She does a fantastic job of weaving facts about eating disorders in with her personal story.

Until I was twelve, I was probably still afraid of bulimia, though my bulimia became increasingly serious, to the point where I was bingeing and purging every day after school in the morbid silence of my parents’ home.  My mind pulls away from the early years, doesn’t want to watch.  My brain says: This is still the warm-up.  Still prep school.  Things were okay.  I had the usual crushes, school yard catfights, and melodramatic crises.  I had plenty of friends, tight friends whom I loved very much and eventually lost.  Nothing was so bad, I kept telling myself.  Nothing that losing weight couldn’t cure.

But I became less afraid, and there’s the rub.  One really ought to be afraid of self-torture.  But it tempted me.  It begged.  The dark place that my mind was fast becoming blends, in my memory, with the dark womb of church: the chant, the fugue or prayer, the strange exotic energy that carving a very small cross into my thigh with a nail had brought.

In the garish glaring picture book sun of that small town, I was carefully constructing my own private hell.

{2} Black Boy, Richard Wright

I’m going to steal the text from the back of the book – “Black Boy is Richard Wright’s powerful account of his journey from innocence to experience in the Jim Crow South.  It is at once an unashamed confession and a profound indictment – a poignant and disturbing record of social injustice and human suffering.”  I sincerely hope that this is still required reading in most high schools; Wright’s words would do a fabulous job of yanking modern students away from their cell phones and sitting them firmly in the dirt Mississippi in the 1960’s.  I also loved Native Son.

I am normally not a reader who wants a ton of descriptive language, I like to focus on the plot and keep things moving.  Case in point – I’ve never managed to make it through more than a page of Melville at a time.  Wright’s descriptions are so alluring that not only do I not mind wading through his setting of the scenes, I relish his descriptive passages.  I actually think that Hornbacher’s novel, The Center of Winter, had a lot in common with Black Boy in this way.

Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and, without my knowing it, the locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the bells and the screams that filled the air.

{3} All But My Life, Gerda Weismann Klein

A Holocaust memoir of Klein’s experience from childhood before the concentration camps to the life she rebuilt after the war had finished.  This story is truly a testament of the resilience of joy in the face of horrors.  Klein helps her readers to quickly fall in love with the people that she loves.

Fun fact – in one of my many lifetimes, I almost went to Binghamton to earn a Master’s in English.  My plan was a thesis on Holocaust literature and I did a sort of trial run in undergrad with a 20+ page paper in which Klein’s work served as a central text.

In the morning we did not talk about the train that was to leave a few hours hence.  Silently we sat at the table.  Then Papa picked up his Bible and started to read.  Mama and I just sat looking at him.  Then all of a sudden Papa looked up and asked Mama where my skiing shoes were.

“Why?” I asked, baffled.  //  “I want you to wear them tomorrow when you go to Wadowitz.”  //  “But Papa, skiing shoes in June?”  //  He said steadily: “I want you to wear them tomorrow.”  //  “Yes, Papa, I will,” I said in a small voice.

I wonder why Papa insisted; how could he possibly have known?  Those shoes played a vital part in saving my life.  They were study and strong, and when three years later they were taken off my frozen feet they were good still. . . .

{Honorable Mentions} The Hands of My Father, Myron Uhlberg’s story about growing up as the hearing son of two (kind, funny,) deaf parents.  And anything by Augusten Borroughs, the funniest man alive.

What are your top three favorite books?

One from each medium!  Here are some of the things I’ve been obsessing over this week.

{Book}

The Center of Winter by Marya Hornbacher.  I know I promised to quit talking about this book, but I finally finished it this week and my love has only grown.  I legit almost turned back to the beginning and started rereading it once I finished the last page!

This novel was truly the most beautiful piece of fiction that I’ve ever read.  In addition to the gorgeous writing, and narration that let you feel as if you stopped to rest awhile inside the narrators’ heads, the plot was wrenching, and real, and funny, and sweet.  I was quite pleased with the ending!

I am begging y’all – go read this book!!!

{Show}

Parks and Recreation.  Adam and I prefer to binge watch our shows on Netflix, and most of the television I’ve loved I’ve discovered long after it was already off the air (Buffy, Firefly, Dollhouse, Life, the Stargates…), so it feels like a real treat to have the final season of Parks and Rec to look forward to in real-time this Spring.

I love Scrubs so much that I mentioned it in my wedding vows, and I’m a complete Whedon devotee, so I’m sort of amazed to realize that I might think that Parks and Rec is the best show of all time.  Amy Poehler is too funny and smart and cute.  Plus Aubrey Plaza and Rashida Jones are so stunning that they take my breath away (they’re also wonderful actors) and Chris Pratt is basically my new favorite.

Plus, I can’t stand when shows use silly relationship drama as the main vehicle to move the plot forward, and I am obsessed with the fact that strong female characters in television/film almost never get to be happy in love concurrently with success in their careers, so the many happy, healthy, realistic couples on Parks and Rec thrill me.

{Song}

“Take Me to Church” from Hozier.  His sound is unique but it grows on you really quickly.  Adam hated this song the first time I made him listen to it and now he begs me to play it on my phone when we’re lying in bed.  The lyrics are really clever and wonderful; they remind me a bit of Regina Spektor minus the scatting.  Plus the video is gorgeous and brave.  <– lots of adjectives I know, apparently I have a lot of feels today!

What book, show, and/or song has rocked your world lately?