(Part of my “Jason is trying to read 1000 books” series. Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, and part 5)
At points this year, I could barely read at all. Other times, I felt like all I wanted to do was be buried in a book. Maybe your year was like so too. Whether you met your reading goals or not, I’m sure you did your best.
By some miracle, I read 37 books this year. Some, I loved deeply and others…weren’t for me :)
Here’s what Jason fell in love with in 2020 (and other books):
Good and Mad by Rebecca Traister.
Wish I had read this one at a younger age!
No One Is Too Small To Make a Difference by Greta Thunberg.
Rusty Brown by Chris Ware.
Ware do I begin with this one? His style and use of the comic form is impeccable, but the work is also mired in self loathing that can make it a hard read at times.
The Perfect Pencil by Caroline Weaver.
Measurement by Paul Lockhart.
Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata.
Semiosis by Sue Burke.
Science Fiction novel about sentient alien plants?? What’s not to love?
Dead Astronauts by Jeff VanderMeer.
Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery.
I adored this book, which, despite being from the Maritimes of Canada (where the book takes place), I’d never read it! Shame. I was pretty sick when I read this book (maybe with Covid?), but it was just what I needed.
We Were Eight Years in Power by Ta-Nehisi Coates.
Eye opening essays about America and Barack Obama.
Best American Comics 2019 by Various Authors.
How to be an Anti-Racist by Ibram X. Kendi.
This one was a little different than I expected, but eye opening and perspective shifting.
The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien.
Loved loved loved this! I’d never read any of these books before, but had some of my happier memories while reading this one. Last book before quarantine.
Opus by Satoshi Kon.
Stardust by Neil Gaiman.
Because Internet by Gretchen McCulloch.
Dune by Frank Herbert.
Kind of a dry read.
Cosmos by Carl Sagan.
My Year of Meats by Ruth Ozeki.
If I didn’t already have a gluten dietary restriction, I might have become a vegetarian after reading this one.
Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain by Betty Edwards.
I’ve attempted this book before, and still didn’t make it alllll the way through it this time around, but I am slowly becoming better at drawing and it’s thanks in part to this book.
The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes by Suzanne Collins.
An OK read, but kind of too long. I don’t think it really had a story worth telling, unlike the original Hunger Games books.
Little Weirds by Jenny Slate.
I adored this book and it was possibly my favourite read of the year. I recommend reading it on paper, and then listening to Slate reading the audiobook. Much needed happy tears.
Starting Point by Hayao Miyazaki.
Essays from early in his career as an animator. Not a work ethic I can say I agree with.
The Girl From Everywhere by Heidi Heilig.
Bowling Alone by Robert D. Putnam.
Bad year to read this one.
Life, The Universe, and Everything by Douglas Adams.
Axiom’s End by Lindsay Ellis.
Possibly my favourite fiction read of the year! A fun, accessible, and thoughtful “first contact with an alien” story. It was a blast to read, and I can’t wait for the sequels.
The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien.
I used to be afraid of these books. In my memory, they were each thousand page tomes of slow, dry writing.
But kid Jason was an idiot and my memories were wrong. This book was a fun read. Not quite as plucky fantasy as The Hobbit, but not as dark as I’d expected either.
What Can a Body Do? by Sara Hendren.
Technopoly by Neil Postman.
Fleabag: Scriptures by Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
I maybe (definitely) fell in love with Phoebe Waller-Bridge this year.
Understanding Options by Michael Sincere.
The Stories of English by David Crystal.
Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut.
Caste by Isabel Wilkerson.
A damning book about America’s caste system, and how it compares and contrasts to India and Nazi Germany’s caste systems. One of the best books I read all year.
The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien.
It’s nice to get lost in a book, to escape somewhere that feels safe and familiar. I hadn’t planned on reading a 3rd Middle Earth book this year, but I needed to, for self care reasons.
Also I’m officially a Treebeard stan.
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor.
Here’s to the next 803 books!