I spent the vast majority of 2013 huddled up with my firstborn in that hazy, strained first year of parenthood. Prior to giving birth, I heard over and over that I wouldn’t have time to read (or knit, or love my dog, or basically be myself etc.) and I naively believed that advice. I believed that my normal life would be on hold and that I would be 100% engrossed in that first year. So I didn’t sign up for the Cannonball for 2013.
Then the baby was born. She was perfect, with all those fingers and toes and strange noises and that perfect baby smell. But under all the exhaustion and breastmilk, I was still me. And I had all sorts of time sitting down while she ate. I learned to knit while breastfeeding and rocked her to sleep using the sway of my arms as I moved the yarn over the needles. More often though, I read. I sat and fed her and I read book after book on my kindle.
Often, when I found myself completely in love with a book, I would dreamily draft up a review, though the words often left before I managed to even try and write them down. I even considered doing it (gasp) outside of the Cannonball. But I never did. It seems that I found ample time for all of my more introspective hobbies, but had a hard time pulling it together for the ones that made me face outwards.
Clearly, even though no one really reads them and this blog is largely for my own accountability, I’ve found that reviewing books is something I enjoy almost as much as I enjoy reading them. So, I’ve signed up for the 2014 half cannonball with hopes of completing at least that.
Now here I am, my 14 month old asleep in the other room and a month into my 2014 cannonball, reflecting on what I read back in 2013. It feels like I can’t start reviewing books for 2014 until I deal with all the emotions from last year’s books. So here it is… my favourite reads of 2013. And damn was it ever a good year.
It’s going to be a long post, so you might want to make yourself a cup of tea, or pour your whiskey before you start reading.