You Shall Know Our Velocity, Dave Eggers. This was okay, I suppose. You sort of knew where it was going the whole time, and it managed to be somewhat entertaining along the way. (7 February)
How to Be Alone: Essays, Jonathan Franzen. Too many essays debating the merits of writing and reading and particular authors for me. I would have preferred more journalistic type things. “Lost in the mail” about the Chicago postal service was enjoyable though. (28 February)
Liar’s Poker, Michael Lewis. (17 March)
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers. Better than You Shall Know Our Velocity, and a lovely “coming-of-age” story as cliche as that sounds. It’s sweet. (7 April)
The Pale King, David Foster Wallace. It’s such a pity that he’s no longer with us, I think he’s an amazing writer, and captures the human condition so well. This book could have been so incredible, if only we had the finished product. (19 June)
Cannery Row, John Steinbeck. (18 July)
The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell. I’ve been meaning to read this for years, and I finally got around to it, mainly because it’s assigned reading for one of my classes this semester. I got through it in about a week, mainly because I’ve been reading it to procrastinate doing other work. It’s good though - shows how to reach critical mass, and applicable to a lot of other things I’m learning about at the moment. I don’t think I would have appreciated the relationship between the themes in the book and things I’ve learnt if I’d read it 5 years earlier, so I’m kind of glad it worked out this way. (21 September)
Steve Jobs, Walter Isaacson. There were interesting parts, and parts that I’ve already read about. It could have done a better job in exploring some areas and parts of Jobs’ life though I think, it just didn’t seem as in-depth as it could have been. (18 November)
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