2019 in books

2019 ended for me pretty much as it began: reading airport thrillers on a Greyhound. I started the year with a Jack Reacher novel between Sudbury and Ottawa. I (almost) ended it on the way back reading The Institute by Stephen King. In between (and shortly after), I read 33 other books in 2019. While this falls short of my intended annual goal of 50 books, I managed to read a lot more titles than in previous years since I started tracking my reading. Usually I manage somewhere in the mid-20s.

(I think, in fact, The Institute is the only thing I read this past year that was actually published in 2019, which is kind of ironic for a post titled "2019 in Books.")

Here are some of the highlights of my reading pursuits.

And now . . . this - Dec. 18/19

An exotic-looking bright orange bird was rescued by a wildlife hospital after people saw him on the side of a highway. . . .

According to the hospital in Buckinghamshire, UK, the bird had somehow doused himself in curry or turmeric, which prevented him from flying properly.

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I love curry. I read books like Daniel Santiagoe's Victorian classic, The Curry Cook's Assistant, as well as Madhur Jaffrey's cookbooks, for entertainment. So I realize you can curry pretty much anything. This, however, is pushing the envelope.