Under the Glacier by Halldor Laxness
My blog policy is to not review books I dislike, so there’s no worst reads list. But were I to make one, it’d be dominated by YA novels, of which I read over a hundred this year. Most could’ve well been coated in phlegm–so ick-inducing were their piss-poor prose, predictable plots and passive female protagonists. The notable exceptions include Graceling by Kristin Cashore and Secret Keeper by Mitali Perkins, both of which offered beautifully crafted, intelligently conceived stories, thus simultaneously exemplifying and transcending their YA label.
I joined 3 literary challenges in 2010, and my tally is as follows–I finished one (PoC Reading challenge), am midway through the second (Canadian Book Challenge, which ends next July), and I dropped out of one because I didn’t really feel the vibe, although it was a cause I strongly believed in. I also participated in a one-shot campaign about the Golden Age of Detective Fiction, where I reviewed Patricia Wentworth’s Miss Silver series. And in a blog tour for Uma Krishnaswami’s Out of the way!Out of the Way!, a kidlit book that hit all the right notes.
And finally: thanks to those who comment, follow, read, or pay any other form of attention to my blog–I have no idea who most of you are, but I’m very grateful that you view my work. I’d like to wish you all a very happy 2011; may the New Year find you warm/safe/drunk/loved, as per your hearts’ desires.