Goodreads tells me I read 18 books in 2017. Here they are in no particular order:
Eating Vietnam by Graham Holliday – just finished reading this one. A culinary adventure on the streets of Hanoi and Saigon. Delightful. Recommended for foodies out there.
The Bird Tribunal by Agnes Ravatn – for when you need a depressing dose of Nordic Noir. A pretty good read.
Deep Run Roots by Vivian Howard – written by the star of the successful PBS show. I gobbled it up.
The Vegetarian by Han Kang – this is one oddball little novel. Good though. Recommended.
The Carpenter from Montreal by George Fetherling – just alright.
Raven Black by Ann Cleeves – part of the series of books that were the basis of the Shetland television shows. Decent read, nothing special.
White Nights by Ann Cleeves – not sure why I read a second one of these. OK timewaster.
Marrow Island by Alexis M. Smith – unusual novel, very well done. Mushrooms mitigate a disaster. Maybe.
Sourdough by Robin Sloan – a novel built around baking sourdough bread. Great concept and a most interesting read. Read this one if you’ve ever wanted to bake a loaf of bread.
What Painting Is by James Elkins – fascinating and well-written book about alchemy and art. Well worth reading.
The Dying Detective by Leif G.W. Perrson – OK I’m a sucker for Nordic Noir.
Red Sparrow by Jason Matthews – I had a hankering for some spy novels. This one was just so-so.
A Coffin for Dimitrios by Eric Ambler – Ambler was an early spy novel writer. This one is top rate.
Cabbagetown by Hugh Garner – set in Depression-era Toronto. I don’t know how I got this far without reading this classic. Excellent.
Running by Cara Hoffman – excellent novel, highly recommended.
The Longest Silence by Thomas McGuane – the problem with writing about fishing is that the bar was set mighty high by Robert Travers with his awesome Trout Madness. The Longest Silence was pretty good. It did the trick and transported me to my own holy waters. For the fly fishing freaks in the crowd.
Bellevue Square by Michael Redhill – this was the Giller winner this year. Much deserved recognition for a great novel. Of course I loved that it was set in Kensington Market in Toronto.
The Man Who Carried Cash by Julie Chadwick – a look at a decade in the life of Johnny Cash and how he was influenced by his manager during that period – a Canadian from London Ontario. Biographies almost always disappoint me. This one had its moments and described a Johnny Cash who went from some serious drug abuse to religious fanaticism during a time when his career crested.