Wow, what a year. So much has changed for me over the last twelve months, it’s hard to even know where to begin. Obviously the biggest change was with work, I finally left the food service industry behind, and while there are aspects of it I will always love and miss, for the most part is has been a huge relief to be free of such a stressful work environment. Life at a bookstore isn’t always the most exciting, but I’ll take it in the face of having near constant anxiety and being in pain almost every day.
Being vaccinated was also a huge relief- nothing like plugging my veins full of science and reaping the benefits of it. I still am avoiding most public places, but it’s nice having a little extra defense against the pandemic.
2020 was supposed to be a landmark year- The year I finished my novel, the ten year celebration of me and my husbands marriage, the return of the Roaring 20’s and Flapper Girl style. Instead we got… well you know what we got, don’t you? That and also high-wasted jeans made a comeback, that’s how you know this year sucked. You will look back at the layers of denim you put over your midsection and you will regret it, just as those have in decades passed.
Let’s take a look back at what I did and didn’t accomplish this year (looking at you, reading goals), reminisce on books both beloved and loathed, and take a peek into the future to see what it might hold.
2019 was a hell of a year in that it mostly sucked. What didn’t suck? Books. I read books this year that I know I will continue to revisit for years to come. Funny, badass, sweet, exciting, and beautiful, these stories ran the gamut and did not disappoint. Except for the few that did, but that’s irrelevant. Below the cut is all the books I loved, and some that I did not, in this, the Year of Acute Misery.