Considered not even making a 2015 Modish Books post for my favorite books of the year because there was one. Literally one book I read this year that I actually liked lol, and the review took me longer than I anticipated so it was technically published in 2016—eek. But I like consistency, so why not keep up with the tradition.
I don't think I'm necessarily in a reading slump because I am reading, I'm just not enjoying the books I read. Obviously I'm very picky with what I choose to review, but even then I find myself being disappointed by something or another—are my expectations getting higher or is the literary industry getting worse? Even now, currently, I'm almost finished with three different books, all completely different genres, and I'm not completely satisfied with any of them. My own fault, because I need to learn to just put a book down if I find a book difficult to finish. I used to be all about soldiering on through the tough parts in order to be able to give my honest opinions, but in the adult world, I'm realizing that's just a waste of time. I don't want to read solely for the sake of reading; I want to be able to savor every word I read, for every book I read to be a favorite book. It's obviously not a realistic standard, but it is a goal I'm going to try to work towards. I have several books that I already own that I KNOW I'll enjoy (mostly sequels to 10-heart books I've reviewed in the past) so I'll start with those.
I won't say 2015 has been a bad blogging year; yes, it was a bad reading year, and okay, my posts were fewer and farther in between than they've been before, but I'm proud of myself for keeping up with it on top of classes and two jobs. And a four month-long relationship, and somewhat of a social life!
2015 was not my best year, though; as a whole, reflecting back on January 4th (this very moment), I can say that. Not in terms of blogging, but in general—it was full of disappointment and unmet expectations and lots of self-reflection. There were definitely some highs, but there were also some of my most distressing lows.
That isn't to say I didn't experience some really amazing things. For example, it was an excellent year academically; I finally declared both my majors (yay!) and now am pretty certain with what I want to do career-wise. I loved all the classes I enrolled in these past two semesters, namely biological anthropology, neuropsychology, and American history—three unlikely favorites. I took my first creative writing workshop and learned a LOT from it. I kept in touch with high school friends. I made two new spectacular friends out of formerly just-acquaintances. I let loose. I met a guy.
Obviously this post has deviated into a rambly reflection of 2015, which wasn't my initial intention, but I've always wanted to post something like this, so here it is. I say this every January, but surely this year will bring further awe-inspiring memories to come. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I really, really hope 2016 will be my best year yet. And I long for it to treat every one of you well, too. Thanks for sticking with Books à la Mode in 2015 :)
The Lover's Dictionary // David Levithan // My review