I’m recapping my 2022 reading year while rocking to sleep the reason why I came up so short.

Books like Home Game are like sharing war stories with someone already out of the trenches.

A timeless romance, aged up but young at heart.

If I could recommend anything in a succinct and non-Area X way: stop after the first book.

The premise of the series is profound, but there’s something off in the execution.

I can’t tell if I loved this or found it frustrating. Maybe both by the end.

I have an overwhelming urgency to tell you not to read this on an airplane, for many reasons.

There’s a lot of reassuring and pep talking and firsthand commiserating, all of which stuck with me as each month ticked by.

This has every question, every answer, every what-the-hell-is-happening that you may ever possibly need.

If you plan on doing any existing in the future, this story will be relevant. I promise.

No matter the page count, he’s a true master.

There isn’t one part of this book I didn’t like.

The writing is worth experiencing. Even if it makes you feel small, it knows you and you’ll know it.

Saramago is Portugal’s patron saint of Literature, and now I know why.

In the little understanding I have of Yann Martel, he seems to like bringing animals and humans together.

I think I stumbled upon not just an account of every Catholic pope and their papacy, but an entire history of Europe.

The fact we can see a semblance of ourselves in a civilization over two thousand years removed is incredible.

This has to be one of (if not the) definitive book about ancient Rome. If you only have time for one, it should be this one.

Advertised as a science fiction-mystery-love story. That’s a quick way to explain the story’s essence; it barely scratches the surface.

Grisham can set an honest person on the run like no one else.