So far, I managed to read 157 books this year. How?! Most likely we can chalk it up to sheer determination and the lack of anything else to do.
I thought I will have a hard time narrowing them down to my favourite ten, but alas it seems a lot what I read was rather meh. Mind you, it’s not a bad thing. I don’t think it’s realistic to expect that I will have my mind blown left, right and centre, and maybe my brain couldn’t even handle that level of awesomeness.
Considering I ruthlessly drop books I don’t enjoy, I’m quite happy with all the books I actually finished. There were some notable exceptions, from the category of so-bad-it’s-good.
Without further ado, let’s see the ten books I loved the most. In no particular order…
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Atmosphere, guys! Atmosphere!
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
So relatable, so quotable!
The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides
This was twisty as fuck, and I love anything to do with psychology.
The Passengers by John Marrs
Terrifying, could happen any day.
The Last Act of Hattie Hoffman by Mindy Mejia
Small town mystery at its best.
The Fifth Season(Malin Fors #5) by Mons Kallentoft
Brutal crimes, lyrical & dreamy writing.
Sadie by Courtney Summers
Heartbreaking, but a topic we can’t shy away from.
Kill Me Again(DCI Tom Douglas #5)by Rachel Abbott
DCI Douglas is a real swoon, and he doesn’t even try. Solves cool murders too.
The Devil Aspect by Craig Russell
Psychology, brutal murders and Slavic folklore. Oh, yes, please!
Changeling (Six Stories #3) by Matt Wesolowski
Holding-my-breath sort of creepy and ominous.