I realized the other day that I don’t have any reading plans or goals for 2014. I often do. I enjoy the idea of trying new things, or returning to favorite authors, or tackling a series or a type of book, etc. etc.
I do want to cull my TBR pile more thoroughly. That involves deleting books I DNF, which is satisfying on the culling front but not so much for reading. But I also get hooked by books I acquired a long time ago. Books that I lost interest in reading or books where I can’t remember why they’re on my reader. And that’s kinda fun.
I would like to read more old-style regencies like Sheila Simonson’s Lady Elizabeth’s Comet. Although I could wish that the cover and blurb for Edith Layton’s The Duke’s Wager (and even the title) spoke to me more.
I’d actually like more Canadian-set genre books. It’s fairly easy to find mystery—which seems to be perceived as the most literary of genres. I do intend to try Louise Penny. On the other hand, there’s not a lot of Canadian historical romances, and I’d like to find some. While I have read Canlit off and on my entire life, Canlit doesn’t much acknowledge Canadian genre fiction. My attempt at Canlit this year, Joseph Boyden’s The Orenda, was a pretty quick DNF. I know a number of people who loved it, and maybe I need to try it another time, but the opening felt grim and infused with violence. It wasn’t what I wanted.
I also intend to read more books and fritter away less time on the Internet. I find it hard sometimes because being on the computer requires less focus. But I’ll just keep working on that.
Oh! I would like to try EM Forster again. I have read Maurice, but I started and set aside both Howard’s End and A Room with a View decades ago, and I don’t know why. So I will investigate. And I’ve been meaning for ages to read Roughing it in the Bush by Susanna Moodie. She inspired a book of poetry by Margaret Atwood, and a biography (with her sister)—both of which I’ve read—so I should read an original work of hers. It’s significant Canadian canon.
So that’s a bit of a mishmash, but it will get me started, at least. Today, I have the Booker-winning The Narrow Road to the Deep North out from the library, but I don’t know if I have the fortitude right now to read it. I am currently involved in Jacey Bedford’s Empire of Dust as part of my continued search for effective space opera. I will report back, but it’s pulling me along. I do like telepathy. And I have City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett on my shelves—and I have no idea why or what the book is about.