2023 was a very good year in reading. After a drop-off the previous year I managed to finish reading thirty books for the first time in a few years, and I think this was the first year in some time I eschewed reading on a kindle. I just don't like reading longform text on tablets or phones and have found that the best method for a good night's sleep is thirty minutes' reading before bed.
If I lived in the US I would certainly have a library card and be borrowing books of recently published fiction or essay collections all the time. I live in Japan so instead of a surplus wealth of unread fiction available I have reliably affordable health and dental care (which is preferable for me). I recently catalogued and indexed my personal library here in Kyoto and there are about 600 books, about three novels for every two books of nonfiction, which feels not insignificant.
And I've come to really embrace the satisfaction of the reread, especially fiction. This year 26 of the 30 books read were novels or short story collections and of those 26 books, 17 of them were rereads. For the first time in about 20+ years I reread Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, E. L. Doctorow's Ragtime, and James Baldwin's Another Country and I was overwhelmed by these books' awesomeness. I can reread F Scott's Tender Is the Night, Jennifer Egan's A Visit from the Goon Squad, Evelyn Waugh's A Handful of Dust, and Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio every few years-- they are that good and through multiple readings I feel the books become that much more a part of me, as if my love for them makes my life that much more wondrous and meaningful.
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