What a year 2018 has been…
I started it bottle blonde and I’m ending it as nature intended: brunette.
I finished my Master’s.
I argued with far too many people on Twitter.
I read a truckload of books, too many to count, but here are the ones I particularly enjoyed – in case anyone is looking for random recommendations:
The Immortalists – Chloe Benjamin
Patronising Bastards – Quentin Letts
Lethal White – Robert Galbraith
The Nix – Nathan Hill
The Destroyers – Christopher Bollen
See What I Have Done – Sarah Schmidt
Priestdaddy – Patricia Lockwood
This could hurt – Jillian Medoff
Marlena – Julie Buntin
Sing, unburied, sing – Jesmyn Ward
The Chalk Man – C. J. Tudor
Grist Mill road – Christopher J. Yates
Death in Bordeaux – Allan Massie
Dark summer in Bordeaux – Allan Massie
Cold winter in Bordeaux – Allan Massie
End games in Bordeaux – Allan Massie
Magpie murders – Anthony Horowitz
Ill Will – Dan Chaon
Sharp Objects – Gillian Flynn
Narcissus and Goldmund – Hermann Hesse
Sapiens: a brief history of humankind – Yuval Noah Harari
Homo Deus: a brief history of tomorrow – Yuval Noah Harari
The Craftsman – Sharon Bolton
The death of Mrs Westaway – Ruth Ware
The woman in the Window – A.J. Finn
Snow Blind – Ragnar Jónasson
Mr Penumbra’s 24-hour Bookstore – Robin Sloan
The Marriage Of Opposites – Alice Hoffman
And my all-time favourite this year, and also the one I finished only yesterday: The improbability of love – Hannah Rothschild.
(I absolutely adored this book)
I did take too many selfies…I could say I’ll try to stop doing that but…who would I be kidding – I’ll most probably be as bad next year.
I ate too much generally (definitely far too much chocolate) drank too much alcohol but I worked out almost everyday. I took long walks on the beach and out in the countryside, I got lost among trees, I danced in my house, outside it, I laughed, I cried, I tried hard to remember that life is all too short and you’ve got to take the time to do the things that matter to you. I’m stating the obvious, I know, but who cares, it’s the truth.
2018 started with a real low: I lost my beloved grandmother in January, and ended with a high: there was a very special 2 year anniversary this December…such is life: pain & happiness and a range of other emotions in between.
Happy New Year to all of you lovely, lovely people – I’ve got high hopes for 2019.
*the pics are last week’s (19th) before a night out in London – I haven’t taken any selfies since…they might as well be the last ones to appear on this blog in 2018*