Tuesday, January 13, 2015

State of the TBR

One of my goals for the year is to reduce my TBR (to be read) pile from two and a half shelves down to one. This bookcase is now supposed to house all of the dissertation books that don't live in my office, and space is already getting cramped - and I'm only one month into the project!

Here's the pile, in all its glory. Plus the spot where my Kindle, my Gameboy Color, and my computer game live (not that the games have gotten much use lately). The shelf labels are rather out-of-date: originally the TBR was just the top shelf; when I expanded onto the second, I labeled it "TBR overflow"; and with the advent of the third shelf I didn't even bother.


The top shelf has nonfiction on the left (which I may move to my other nonfiction shelf for days when I read something non-dissertation-related). The top shelf also has my classics by male authors, including a few by Trollope and Flaubert, and my Russian novels, War and Peace, Anna Karenina, and Crime and Punishment. Also interesting are Jostein Gaarder's The Solitaire Mystery (a Portuguese friend's favorite novel) and a lovely hardbound copy of A.E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad (the only book I own that comes in a box!).


The middle shelf is the heart of my collection: Viragos (both green and black) and other literary fiction by women authors. Many of these came from the twice-annual public library book sale, but I've acquired others from secondhand bookshops from all across the country (and even England). The Oxford/Penguin pile is mostly my set of Gaskells and Eliots - at this point I own just about their entire output and ought to start seriously reading them and not just collecting.


The third and last shelf isn't full, and I hope to read enough TBR books in the near future to soon eliminate this shelf space altogether. However, it was just increased in size thanks to the recent arrival of the three Holtby novels! The Garth Nix series came courtesy of the free table at the divinity school - considering my enthusiasm for fantasy, it's hard to believe that I've never read them before. And finally, my Moomin books, which I'll definitely read this year per another one of my 2015 reading goals.


Do you keep your TBR organized, and if so, how? Do you separate male and female authors as I've largely done? Do you sort by genres? Do you alphabetize anything?

And as I try to tackle my own TBR, do you have any recommendations? For example, I've only read George Eliot's Silas Marner; which of her other novels should I do next? If you have several Viragos by the same author, do you prefer to read them together or space them out? Are the Russian novels as intimidating as I've been led to think?

Best of luck to anyone else also trying to reduce the number of books waiting patiently to be read!

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Christmas books - a very Holtby holiday!

A day or two after Christmas, I lamented that no one had bought me books as Christmas gifts. When I was a child, I usually received a book - and more often several - but as an adult with somewhat specific and eclectic tastes, no one seems to like buying me books anymore. I can't blame them; as husband reminds me, I curate my collection very carefully and people are unlikely to know just what I want.

So I lamented, but it seems my theatrical disappointment was a bit premature, because a few days later, my mother-in-law sent me the critically-acclaimed Girl Reading, which has been on my to-read list for a while now. Evidently the author began with a number of real-life portraits of women reading throughout the ages, and imagined what their stories might be. I'm excited to read it, and what a gorgeous cover! I'll have to find images of the paintings to have at hand as I read it.

My husband then found me a Winifred Holtby novel on paperbackswap, something I'd put on my wish list a few years ago. Because he's awesome, husband checked to see if the person was giving away any other books I might want - and she was! So he ordered me both Holtby's Poor Caroline and The Land of Green Ginger, and I've been eagerly anticipating their arrival for about a week now.

The first and thus far only Holtby novel I've read is her last one and masterpiece, South Riding. I knew practically as soon as I started it that I'd want to own my own copy, but I sometimes get picky with cover art and this book was one of those of which I wanted a very specific version. The new Virago edition is absolutely lovely, its cover apparently a vintage railway poster. I've searched for it in various online secondhand book shops, but could never be sure I'd get the exact cover I wanted so I never ordered it - but I thought it unlikely that I'd ever find it in an American used bookstore either.

So imagine my surprise and delight when I opened the battered yellow mailing envelope to find not two, but three Holtby books! A very sweet little note from the sender offered South Riding as an extra gift - and in the amazing new edition! I owe the sender a tremendous thank you. She couldn't have known how much I loved the book nor how much I adore this particular cover. I'm so excited to revisit the politics of the South Riding community and encounter these other two novels for the first time. Thank you, mysterious paperbackswap member, for your kind generosity. You've totally made my Christmas holiday.


Saturday, January 10, 2015

Bookish goals for 2015

Last year, I set myself ten reading goals, the first time I'd ever planned my reading in such an organized fashion. I failed two outright, never quite getting around to Anthony Trollope's Barchester Towers or finishing Victor Hugo's Les Miserables, but I had a fairly successful realization of (or at least attempt at) my other goals, and thanks especially to my desire to read more contemporary fiction (published in the last five years), I found myself getting back into fantasy and science fiction, my first great love.

The experiment went so well, in fact, that I've put together ten more bookish goals for this year:

  1. Finish Les Miserables. I'll probably have to start this one over, since it's been about a year and a half since I last visited it. My bookmark still sits at 478 pages out of 1463.
  2. Finish Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Another brick of a book that I started and then allowed to languish on my bedside table. You'd think as an academic, I'd love the footnotes, but somehow at least in the introductory section they make the book feel like work. I genuinely love my work, but I like my fiction to not feel like work, if that makes sense. However, various folks have assured me that the book picks up soon, so I'm willing to revisit it.
  3. Read the long form of Julian of Norwich’s Revelations of Divine Love. I read the short form last year; it was exquisite and deeply moving. I'm still extraordinarily disappointed not to have made it to my patron saint's church when I visited England last summer.
  4. Read Shirley or The Tenant of Wildfell Hall for my winter break Bronte. Only two Bronte novels left before I've read their entire oeuvre and have to loop back to the beginning!
  5. Begin reading my complete Sherlock Holmes for October. I tried reading Wilkie Collins's Armadale last year for my annual Wilkie Collins October, but it wasn't nearly as engrossing as his Woman in White or The Moonstone. I still love the idea of reading something mysterious or suspenseful around Halloween, so I think I will open up this annual tradition to other authors. I bought the complete Sherlock Holmes well before I fell in love with BBC's Sherlock, but still haven't taken the time to read it (although for a little while when we were dating, husband read a few of the short stories aloud to me, which was lovely).
  6. Read another novel by Shusaku Endo. In the last three years I've read Silence, Deep River, and Volcano, each more inscrutable than the last. I thought I was reaching the limits of his novels that had been translated into English, but it turns out that my university library has an entire shelf of them - so my next ten years at least are covered!
  7. Read the Moomin series and The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh in conversation with each other. I often describe the Moomins to curious Americans as a sort of Scandanavian Winnie the Pooh, and I figure I should follow up this intuition with some comparative reading. I own almost the complete Moomin series, all except the newer and rarer The Moomins and the Great Flood. I've read two of them so far, and am eager to encounter the others.
  8. Get my TBR pile down from two and a half shelves to one. Especially since they live on the bookcase newly designated for my dissertation work, and which is quickly filling up! This goal should also help minimize new book purchases, because anything I buy would add to the TBR pile. A lot of my TBR books are Viragos, which will be fun - for a while I was alternating YA fiction with Viragos for a really nice contrast in themes and intended audience. To help reduce the TBR pile further, I'm considering moving the nonfiction to the separate nonfiction stack earmarked for "Tangential Tuesday," in which I read something not dissertation-related in order to keep my mind thinking about things other than the English Reformation.
  9. Get my public library to-read list (mostly fantasy and sci-fi) down from over a hundred to 75. This may be tricky because every time I get it down below a hundred, one of the blogs I follow posts a few excellent review that brings it back up again.
  10. Write my book. Since I was about five years old, I had a children's book planned out, and I've been meaning to write it ever since. This will be a deeply emotional process, because it represents deep loves and, in a way, abandoned dreams...but dreams that I can pick up again by writing the book. I know that sounds cryptic - sorry - and I hope one day to write about it here.
How about you? What are your goals for the year? Are you participating in any challenges or setting yourself a book-buying ban? Or do you perhaps have a non-bookish New Year's resolution you'd like to share?

Cheers!
Samantha


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Revisiting my 2014 reading goals


Last January, I created a set of reading goals for the year. It was the first time I'd ever planned my reading in such an organized fashion; I tend to read as the mood strikes me or according to the order in which I've checked books out of the library.
  1. Read something contemporary (as in, written in the last five years). This was the year I got back into YA fantasy, and thanks to a number of fantastic blogs - Book Wars and Book Smugglers among them - I caught up on recent developments in YA and children's fiction since I left high school and no longer paid attention. Favorites included Elizabeth Wein's Rose Under Fire, Franny Billingsley's Chime, Patrick Ness's A Monster Calls, Margo Lanagan's The Brides of Rollrock Island, Catherynne M. Valente's The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, and Laline Paull's The Bees. I also read a few adult novels published in the last five years, including Eleanor Brown's The Weird Sisters (rated an honorable mention for the year), Kate Atkinson's Life After Life (meh), Jim Crace's Harvest (absolutely loved), and Drew Hayes's NPCs (delightful and fun). It would seem that after a couple of wonderful years reading mostly older fiction, I've begun to strike a balance.
  2. Read something Victorian (not including the Victorian things on this list). I had wanted to read another book by George Eliot or Elizabeth Gaskell, or perhaps try Thomas Hardy, Charles Dickens, or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I did none of these things, and am feeling somewhat regretful about it. However, I still met the challenge, reading Oscar Wilde's A Picture of Dorian Gray (which a high school crush adored but after reading it, I can't really see why), E. Nesbit's The Story of the Treasure-Seekers and The Railway Children, Anna Sewell's Black Beauty, H.G. Wells's The War of the Worlds, Jules Verne's Around the World in 80 Days, and Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men in a Boat
  3. Read something by Shusaku Endo.  This year I read Volcano, and found it even more inscrutable than Silence or Deep River.
  4. Read something by Marilynne Robinson.  Failed at this one. I started Housekeeping twice but couldn't get into it. I'm disappointed, because she's so beloved by a number of book bloggers whose opinions I generally share. Perhaps I'll try again some day when I can devote my full attention to her dense prose.
  5. Finish Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. The plan had been to take my copy with me to England, but I ended up bringing my Kindle and no physical books. So Les Miserables still sits on my nightstand, a bookmark at 478 pages out of 1463. I'm definitely going to get back to it someday, but by then I'll probably have to start over! Perhaps I should make this, as well as the other unfinished brick of a book on my nightstand, goals for next year.
  6. Re-read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien.  Check! And it was absolutely amazing to read LOTR while in England, usually on the London Tube but occasionally on trains to other cities, catching glimpses of the rolling green hills that feature so prominently in Tolkien's descriptions.
  7. Read South Riding by Winifred Holtby.  I expected to love this one and I did!
  8. Read Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope.  Oops. Nope. Maybe next year?
  9. Read Armadale or No Name for my annual Wilkie Collins October. I borrowed Armadale from my music librarian and started it around Halloween, per my tradition, but I got bogged down in this one. It's more detailed and less directed than The Woman in White or The Moonstone, and includes entirely too much obsession with names and family trees. I didn't finish and may give up on it.
  10. Read ShirleyThe Tenant of Wildfell Hall, or Wuthering Heights for my annual winter break Bronte novel. I'm partway through Wuthering Heignts, and will definitely finish this one! I'm enjoying it so much more than I did in high school, when we read it for my AP English Lit class - so atmospheric and so psychological.
Eight out of ten isn't bad, especially as it was my first year with reading goals and I spent the entire summer with only a Kindle. Having this kind of loose plan - nothing too restrictive or strenuous - was a fun experience and I'm already thinking about some goals for this year.

How about you? Did you set reading goals, and did you meet some or all of them? Did you share any of the same goals as me, and if so, did our results overlap? Did you love any of the books I did?

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sexual awakening and privilege allegories in Labyrinth


Having several loads of laundry to fold and a pile of clothes waiting to be ironed, I settled in with a childhood favorite to watch as I worked: Jim Henson’s Labyrinth. It was a big part of my formative years. My sister and I used to sing along with our cassette tape (yes, really!) of songs from the film, and friends and I used to watch it at sleepovers and crack jokes about Jareth’s pants. As a geeky Lord of the Rings fan, its opening scene, dressing up in medieval garb to recite favorite lines, felt intimately familiar to me, and even today the film remains eminently quotable (though depressingly, my husband never catches the references).


I haven’t watched it in a while, though, and since the last time, my skills at analysis have improved and my attention has turned to feminist concerns. I noticed something I’d never caught before. When Sarah returns home late for her babysitting obligation, allowing her parents to go out on their weekly date, her stepmother says in exasperation,

“I’d like it if you had a date; you should have dates at your age.”

Sarah’s father walks in from another room and changes the subject while Sarah storms upstairs, and this line seems like a throwaway…but it’s not. It sets up one of the fundamental points of the plot: Sarah’s sexual awakening as a means of coming-of-age. The narrative agrees with Sarah’s “wicked” stepmother: Sarah should have dates at her age. She wastes her time in fantastical dreaming when she could be out on a date; entrance to adulthood requires the advent of one's own sexuality.


But even while living out this normative script, Sarah does it on her own terms, not her stepmother’s and by extension, society’s. Initially enjoying her disorienting dance with Jareth, she rejects the illusion and later the Goblin King himself, even when he pleads for her to "just fear me, love me, and I will be your slave." By the end of the movie, Sarah has become aware of desire and of masculine power in sexual encounters, but she asserts power of her own in the final confrontation at the castle by refusing Jareth and in the movie's final moments chooses  – for now – to focus her attention on friends rather than romantic relationships.



I had an even more startling revelation about halfway through. One of the most repeated phrases is Sarah’s complaint, “It’s not fair!” Throughout the movie, she has to come to terms with that fact. When she steals Hoggle’s jewels in order to force him to continue helping her, Hoggle makes the same complaint, and with a look of dawning understanding, Sarah retorts, “No, it isn’t, but that’s the way it is.”

It’s a privilege allegory.

Labyrinth does many things, but one of them is call attention to privilege. Or more specifically, to the lack thereof, to the people for whom life is eternally “not fair,” and who are constantly told, outright or through microagressions and cultural narratives and assumptions, that they should just come to terms with that fact, grin, and bear it. “It’s not fair…but that’s the way it is.”

And just as I had this realization, we got to this scene:


Here we have two door knockers, whose rings interfere with their ability to hold conversation. One cannot speak and one cannot hear. One cannot make his voice and words audible and the other is unable to listen to them. In order to ask how to move forward in her quest through the labyrinth, Sarah removes the ring from the silenced knocker’s mouth:



With audible sighs of relief, the knocker thanks her: “It is so good to get that thing out.” But even once he can speak, the other is still unable to hear him. “Mumble, mumble, mumble,” the deaf knocker says. “You’re a wonderful conversational companion.” The freed knocker retorts, “You can talk, all you do is moan!” but the deaf knocker continues to be unable (unwilling?) to understand, answering snidely, “No good, can’t hear you.”

Sarah, meanwhile, gets the answers she needed and forces the ring back into the freed knocker’s mouth, even as he complains, “I don’t want that thing back in my mouth!” This white protagonist violently forces him back into shackled silence, holding his nose until he must open his mouth to breathe, when she shoves the ring back in his mouth.

“Sorry,” she says with a smile afterwards. “That’s all right, I’m used to it,” the knocker answers, and Sarah continues blithely on her way.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Favorite books of 2014

Starting with all of the bold entries on my list of fiction from the year, I tried to write up a list of my top ten favorite books from the year, and I had the hardest time! I got my list down to fourteen, but I couldn’t not mention any of these, so you get my top ten favorite new-to-me reads, one honorable mention, and three favorite re-reads.

Top ten favorite new books:

It’s interesting to me that most of these books – eight out of ten –  are children’s or YA fiction, but I suppose it’s not too surprising, because I read a lot of books in these genres this year. I’ve mentioned before how all the complex reading and thinking that grad school requires makes me want lighter fare at home. I’ve also been noticing that I judge children’s/YA fiction differently. To merit a bold entry on my list, children's or YA books have to delight me. An adult novel has to capture me, a different prospect altogether.

In order of my reading them, because putting them in order of affection seems entirely impossible: 

Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein - This companion novel to Code Name Verity (one of my top ten last year) was just as difficult to put down and just as heart-wrenching. Also a Holocaust story, this one follows an American pilot in a concentration camp. As I wrote in my review, it's a shocking book, but it's not intended as a shocking expose of the terrible conditions in a concentration camp (even though yes, this book was well-researched, and all these details were true - that's perhaps the most horrifying thought).  Instead, the novel is about relationships and hope and story-telling.




Magyk by Angie Sage - A wonderful, witty, unbelievably funny Harry Potter alternative full of delightful allusions. I wrote a glowing review here. I just wish the sequels had been as memorable - there are seven in total, but with a gap of several months between reading the second and attempting the third, I couldn't remember a thing about book 2 and had to give up, hopefully to read the entire series as a set someday.






Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson - I instantly fell in love with the Moomins, which I've described to many a bemused friend as sort of Scandanavian Winnie the Pooh. There's so much whimsy in this book, combined with an unusual affirmation of introversion and the occasional need to be alone. This was the only book I reread within the same year, and after doing so, I promptly bought the entire rest of the series and am savoring them slowly.






South Riding by Winifred Holtby - This book is unlike any other on this favorites list. It's not full of whimsy or magic, but is a close, detailed look at the means and impact of local government in rural England. A huge cast of characters means that readers are able to experience the needs and dreams of a wide range of people, spanning class and gender.









Chime by Franny Billingsley - Starting with The Folk Keeper, I've devoured every one of Franny Billingsley's YA novels this year. She has become one of my favorite authors and I've recommended her books countless times. Beautifully poetic language means that you must never read anything of hers too fast, and she writes utterly unique novels that include enough folkloric aspects to feel both familiar and fresh. With its unreliable narrator and protagonist who struggles to find herself despite a long history of abuse, Chime was my favorite, but The Folk Keeper and Well Wished were lovely too.




Eon by Alison Goodman - I discovered this rather unexpectedly, snagging an e-book copy from the public library in London simply based on its interesting cover (not my usual MO!) A fabulously feminist book, one that deals with gender roles, disability, and non-Western culture in a completely mesmerizing and believable way. I only wish the sequel, Eona, had been less disappointing (though a lot of people loved it, so it may simply be a matter of taste).







A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness - Books don't often make me cry. This one did. Three times. It's an "issues" book - dealing with cancer and the death of a parent - told with sensitivity and grace, accompanied by haunting illustrations, and focusing on the power of stories and self-narratives in the healing process.








Harvest by Jim Crace - This is the other adult book on my favorites list, and it too deals with rural community (absolutely one of my aesthetic preferences). Harvest is the account of a tragedy that unfolds for a very small English(?) village when their way of life is threatened from without and within. It's also a slow-moving character study with a really intriguing narrator who was himself once a stranger to this society and remains an outsider. The land itself and its seasons are central figures in the narrative.






The Brides of Rollrock Island by Margo Lanagan - In my review, I wrote that my thoughts on this book are one enormous ball of wonder and awe. Like Franny Billingsley'sThe Folk Keeper and Chime, Lanagan uses unbelievably beautiful, poetic prose in service of a story based on folklore. This book uses the selkie myth (seals turned into women, forced to marry the man who steals her coat, and who will forsake her husband and children to return to the sea should she ever find that coat) to grapple with questions of sexuality and desire, shame, power dynamics within relationships and within communities, differing responses to the oppression born of systemic patriarchy, agency, and tradition. And happily, as a folkloric retelling, it has enough of a story to keep it from being just an "issues" book.


The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente - It's like a modernist Alice in Wonderland, but it's also completely Catherynne Valente's own, absurd and fanciful with absolutely gorgeous, poetic writing (it's been quite a year for that, I'm noticing as I write this post). And it's surprisingly dark, violent, and bloody. I loved every minute of it and have the sequels in my library queue.






Honorable mention goes to:

The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown - This tale of three sisters, their troubles and their reconciliation, is basically The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants for grown-ups, plus a pleasing dash of academic culture and Shakespeare thrown in. It had problems – stilted dialogue, a predictable plot, a bit too much philosophizing – but was great fun nonetheless. I read most of this laying outside next to a pool in California during Holy Week.





Favorite re-reads:

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien - I've been a LOTR fan since junior high, aided by the movies of course, but I always made sure to read the books before seeing the films. (I confess I had the biggest crush on Elijah Wood as Frodo...) This summer, I re-read the entire saga (including the appendices!) while in England (and mostly on the London Tube), and this setting really drove home the utter Englishness of its ideas and descriptions, in contrast to the vaster and more sweeping New Zealand version of Middle Earth presented in the movies. It's an inconsistent novel, but it had some absolutely gorgeous moments, and I'm still thinking about Gimli's description of the caves to Legolas and the relationship between Frodo and Sam in Two Towers.



Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling - Husband and I, both huge fans of Harry Potter, agree that this is the best of the books. Bigger and richer than any of the previous books, GoF is the one in which we first gain a real glimpse of the wizarding world and its problems and systematic oppressions.








The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey - Because this is such a recent book, and because I make a point of only buying my fiction secondhand, I didn't think I'd get to own this for years...but I found a copy in a London bookshop, and came home not only with the book but this gorgeous UK cover. I decided to re-read it with the first snowfall of the year (which rather delightfully came on the morning of my Christmas tea party), and I loved it just as much as last year, when I wrote on my top ten list that it's the perfect winter novel.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Measuring 2014

How does one measure a year? (In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee...) I sometimes feel as if my life is measured in cups of tea, concerts and services sung, and books read. This year was marked by all these things - sometimes in a big way - and by some pretty spectacular additional landmarks.

Seeing the world? Yep, I'm still amazed to say, I did a bit of that. We spent three months in England this summer, and I frequently get homesick for London. We have plans to spend not this summer but the next one back again, and since husband applied for doctoral work at Cambridge, we both might be seeing a lot more of England than we ever dreamed.

Academic development? I've finished all of my doctoral coursework and am now working on my dissertation in earnest - which is why, I confess, this blog has gone neglected. I also wrote an article for a forthcoming Oxford encyclopedia, had my first article ever published, and will be a part of a panel at a conference in February.

Restoring creativity? I've been depressed lately that my creative impulses seem to have disappeared as I delve deeper and deeper into the academic life, where one deals with fact and analysis more than imagination and impulsivity. I've spent much of this year lamenting that my ability to write fiction is gone, but it's not. While it's a struggle, every so often I do take a few moments to write creatively. I also sat around cutting paper snowflakes a few weeks ago (and then it snowed the next morning!)

Cups of tea? Countless. Great tea, awful tea, and about a bajillion cups of Twinings Earl Grey tea. And I've begun hosting themed tea parties on a regular basis, which are tremendous fun to put together and have become rather a hit:

Christmas tea
A Redwall tea party

Singing? I still sing with the Duke Vespers Ensemble, and we're headed to perform at the Boston Early Music Festival again this summer. Our recording of Buxtehude's Membra Jesu Nostri came out this year - the second time I've appeared on a real, live, published CD! I've become a sub at Christ Church in Raleigh, and have really enjoyed my occasional mornings with their more formal liturgy. In the most exciting news, a friend and I started our own early music ensemble, Concentus Carolina. He's a choral conductor and I'm a musicologist with a real interest in early music performance practice, and it seems a perfect match. Our first concert last Eastertide, music on death and resurrection, was a success, and in February we present music celebrating music, dedications, and coronations.

Books? To date, 150 fiction books this year. A lot of that due to daily rides on the London Tube this summer - 45 minutes each way gives you a lot of reading time. I've noticed some trends in my reading this year, ones I'm still thinking through and will then share here. I'll also do a post on how successfully I achieved my reading goals laid out last January (not as well as I'd have liked, unfortunately, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the many books I did read).

This tallying doesn't mention the innumerable great conversations, amazing meals, raucous board games, or thoughtful moments. It doesn't include the delight of dragging your husband out into the first snowfall of the winter, splashing in a puddle with abandon, or finding that book you were looking for on the shelves of a secondhand bookstore. It doesn't capture the bittersweetness of your great-grandfather's funeral, a chance to catch up with far-flung family members you haven't seen in years. It doesn't note the utter joy of your one and a half-year-old godson learning to recognize you and asking for your company. All of these things happened too, and helped make 2014 the incredible year it was.