The Year In Books

With the year coming to an end, it is time to take a look back at the books I’ve read this year, 24 in total and 18 if you exclude the graphic novels.  Of those 24, 6 were graphic novels, another 6 were non-fiction, and 3 were TV show tie-ins.  Overall, I did a good job of clearing out the “to-read” drawer, as 9 of the 18 books came from there.

The 8 authors that I read for the first this year were:
Eliot Asinof
Hugh Delehanty
James Patterson
Len Berman
Marcos Breton
Phil Jackson
Ray Bradbury
Sammy Sosa

Amber Benson, Brian K. Vaughan, and Pia Guerra were the only authors I read multiple times in 2012.

Greg Rucka’s Alpha and Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl were the only books released in 2012 that I read in 2012.

I revisited the work of 5 authors that I had not read since the previous century:
Stephen King 1993
John Grisham 1996
Scott Adams 1997
Ketih R.A. DeCandido 1999
Mel Odom 1999

Finally, the breakdown by month.  Being off for most of December certainly helped pad the total a tad bit. Continue reading →

Book 9 (of 52) – Fahrenheit 451

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

When word broke last week that Ray Bradbury had passed away, I decided to take a second look (I think) at his seminal work, Fahrenheit 451.  Judging by the release date on my copy of the 70th printing, I’m guessing I was supposed to have read this in junior high.  If I did get through it back then, very little of it stayed with me, as I went into this reading knowing nothing beyond the broad strokes probably known by society in general.

Bradbury takes a strong stance against television and the role it is playing in dumbing down society.  Remember, this was first published in 1953.  There had yet to be a Fear Factor, or The Bachelor, or even a Keeping Up with the Kardashians.  In this dystopian future, Bradbury’s protagonist, Guy Montag, is a fireman, a profession that no longer puts out fires, but now starts them in order to destroy the ideas contained in the written word.  When he is called to burn not just a woman’s library, but the woman herself, he begins to question his role in this destruction and sets out on a path to try and change the world.

If I did (or had) read this in the 7th or 8th grade, I don’t know if I got (or would have gotten) as much out of it as I did reading it now.  Maybe even delaying it a few years into high school would have given me more perspective to pick up on the themes underlying Bradbury’s desolate future.

Rest In Peace, Mr. Bradbury.  Your work will continue on for years to come.