I’ve spent most of today, a bit of yesterday reading Gone Girl. I like it.
I only read about 33% fiction each year (see this bar graph) half of which are probably YA novels and then a classic or two. I’m still slowly working my way through The Brothers Karamazov; last year I reread The Great Gatsby. This year I may try for a re-read of Of Human Bondage since I loved it so much five years ago. Re-reading becomes so much sweeter the older I get.
I admit, I really like fiction where the psychological aspects are in your face. That is… until I find it aggressively in your face, I mean you Cloud Atlas.
I decided to make this little chart I’ve affectionately titled:
Beth’s Subjective Hierarchy of Popular Novels.