Mark Twain said, “there comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.” As the youngest brother of a large family, I have an aversion to physical digging akin to that of Joe Hamilton14, but the instinct remains, and I harness it by digging into books.

Last year I set out on a hair-brained excavating project: I decided to read 100 books in 365 days. Like any young whippersnapper, I like to test my limits. The 100 book challenge seemed like a way to do so while glimpsing cultures, eras, and parts of the world I hadn’t experienced first-hand, and possibly filling some gaps in my meandering education.

What follows is a report from my digging. It’s partly an exhibition of my shovel collection, partly a campfire yarn about the old coins and pottery shards I’ve dug up, and partly a half-finished treasure map. In other words, it’s a chance to brag share what I learned.

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Beggars Can’t be Choosy

I had grand plans for a carefully groomed reading list of cultured and intelligent books designed for maximum mental fattening, but it didn’t happen.

Instead, I followed random whims, or I read what I had on hand because I’d found it cheap in some used bookstore or ordered it from the library for some reason I couldn’t remember. I ended up having about 10 books checked out from the library at a time, and about 50 on hold. To supplement that, I read a large number of eBooks, most of which I got for free on Project Gutenberg.

The books that I knew would be worth reading I bought straight out. The problem was, I ended up travelling for four months, and I didn’t have room to pack 40 books, so I left them on my shelf and read eBooks instead. This skewed the list even further, since the books that I didn’t have room for were the ones I’d specifically bought to make me look intelligent. Oops.

Most of my so-called “educational” reading I do on the Internet: I do research for specific projects, binge-read Wikipedia, and follow various moderately intelligent blogs. My fragrantly-blossoming career as a writer gives me an excuse to read a lot of books in the name of Research, but other than that, when I read books, I usually read them for my own enjoyment and to get a better picture of the world.

You may notice my reading list is mostly devoid of contemporary fiction. There are two reasons for that. First, I have a low opinion of contemporary best-sellers. Second, I can get the bestsellers of yore for free on Project Gutenberg. Better yet, these free books are robustly curated: nobody spends hours digitizing and proofreading worthless books2. By the time both the author and 50 years have passed, at which point a work becomes public domain in Canada, the chaff has already composted into the ground.

An Ideological Centrifuge

One of my goals was to expose myself to diverse and challenging ideas. To that aim, I tried to avoid only reading books I naturally agree with.

My list was biased both by choice and happenstance, but I did read books from a wide variety of genres and ideologies: I read The God Delusion, and I read Genesis; I read Thich Nhat Hanh and E. O. Wilson; I read Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching and Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince; Seneca’s On the Shortness of Life and Heller’s Catch-22. And I’m glad I did.

Wise authors of a given worldview or religion often seem to have more in common with the brightest adherents of wildly divergent worldviews than they do with the dogmatists and fear-mongers of their own creed or ideology. Thus, books from the wise authors of opposing philosophies topped my best of the year list, while other books from each school of thought huddled together at the bottom.

Guiltless Pleasures

I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. For a pleasure to be guilty, it means that you know it’s against your better judgment, but your poor judgment prevails and you read and enjoy it anyway. I refuse to admit to such a degree of psychological dichotomy — but I must say I read a lot of George Bernard Shaw plays.



“When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.” — George Bernard Shaw

My unwillingness to admit to guilty pleasures doesn’t rule out literary vacations. When I’m tired, I read science fiction and comedies of manners. For whatever reason, I find it much easier to read and get value from a philosophically dense but engaging play or novel, than to read and get value from a book that has smaller ideas but more difficult prose. Sometimes, I was too tired to grapple with a thick and dry book, but still had the brain power to appreciate Wodehouse’s priceless sense of humour or deliriously ponder the existential questions posed by a Phillip K. Dick novel. When my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, the call of the Wilde gave me a chance to procrastinate on reading On the Shortness of Life or escape from the Heart of Darkness. My five go-to authors were P.G. Wodehouse (7 books), Phillip K. Dick (6 books), Orson Scott Card (5 books), Oscar Wilde (4 books), and George Bernard Shaw (4 books)

Escaping reality isn’t always a bad thing. For example, according to Adam Grant’s TED talk, when you start a project, put it aside for a while and do something else — like procrastinators do all the time — and then come back to it later and finish it, the project often benefits: while you were seemingly distracted with other things, your subconscious was still mulling the project over and generating new ideas.

“The people who wait until the last minute are so busy goofing off that they don't have any new ideas. And on the flip side, the people who race in are in such a frenzy of anxiety that they don't have original thoughts either.” — Adam Grant

The point is, while it’s obvious that some “escapist” fiction is a distraction at best and an addiction at worst, other books that draw you into a different world can be benign or even beneficial. While I’m engrossed in a book by Wodehouse or Wilde (and reaping all the physiological benefits of frequent laughing-fits), I can feel like I’m resting, but the ideas that I’ve been wrestling with from a previous book or a different project will be bubbling along in my subconscious; or I can dive into a science fiction novel, and forget about everything else, but find, when I finish, that all kinds of metaphysical questions have remained behind.

A Digression on Speed-reading

I’m not one of the famous speed-readers — including a disproportionate number of American presidents — who could read thousands of words per minute. I’ve never studied speed reading, but I do read quickly — faster than most college professors, according to the tests I’ve taken.

The average reading speeds for different groups are approximately as follows:

Demographic group

Average Reading Speed

Third-grade students 150wpm

Eighth-grade students 250wpm Average college student 450wpm Average “high level exec” 575wpm Average college professor 675wpm Speed readers 1,500wpm World speed reading champion 4,700wpm

By the way, reading quickly is a pain when you’re a writer. You don’t notice typos when you’re reading fast, and if you read fast habitually, you will tend to look like a slob when you sned out emils that you didnt read craefully.

I was exposed to good books from a young age, without any pressure to learn to read early, or to read any particular book or genre. Because I could read what I wanted when I wanted, reading was fun. The result: I ended up a bibliophile. And over time, by reading a lot, and reading faster, I have raised the threshold of reading-difficulty at which books are enjoyable, and gradually expanded my taste in books beyond 1950s science fiction and chemistry manuals.

I don’t know why I read as fast as I do, but I suspect it’s because I do a lot of it. Reading is an unnatural cognitive process3. Reading more makes for more effective reading: the job description of a college professors has a lot to do with reading things, and college professors have the highest-averaging natural reading speed of any group. In any case, it’s not too surprising that reading 7.9 million words made my brain get a little faster at doing it: if I flipped that many burgers I’d probably be able to turn them like greased lightning.

You can spot a speed-reader by the slight but unmistakably smug curvature of the mouth.

At the start of the year, my reading speed, according to this test, was 628 WPM at 82% comprehension, which isn’t that great. Sometime in the middle of the year, I took Staples’ little test, which said I could read 718wpm at 100% comprehension. By Nov 2015, I could read 950wpm at 100% comprehension. Now, when I take the staples test I get about 860wpm at 100% comprehension.

These scores make me feel quite good about myself, of course — but I think they’re mostly irrelevant, for two reasons.

First, you can’t speed read literature. Speed reading is of little use when the point of a book is in the experience of reading itself, and in understanding how the author and characters think, and see the world.16

Theoretically, I could read To Kill A Mockingbird in 2 hours and 5 minutes, instead of the average of 7 hours and 56 minutes. But what would be the point? The book is lyrical, and if I was going to read it in 2 hours I might as well go read the Wikipedia entry (13 mins) and call it good.

Second, there’s some doubt whether “speed reading” is even possible. Critics4 claim that speed-reading defies the laws of biology, and that self-proclaimed speed-readers are either lying about how fast they read, or they are just really just good at skimming text and extracting the information they’re looking for without fully reading it.

Though speed-reading has its proponents, I think the more skeptical view of speed-reading critics — who don’t have anything to prove, or any product or course to sell — is likely closer to reality. In any case, reading as fast as I do is extremely handy for reading dumbed-down business books, staying on top of my twitter feed, and adding to my stacks of neat-little-factoids-to-pull-out-in-conversation; but I doubt I read any of the hundred books at above five hundred words per minute.

I may read faster than average, but that doesn’t mean I think faster than average.

A Sidebar for Nerds: There’s an App for That Since age 12, when I started reading fiction, I’ve kept track of what I read in a spreadsheet. At first, I just put the title of the book and the date I read it. Gradually, I started adding more context, like my rating, between one and five, the genre, whether it was a book I bought, a library book, or an eBook, and so on. At the start of my hundred books challenge, I started keeping track of the following details: ISBN Title Author Rating Date Read Format Tags Review 00000011101 How 2 Think Some Guy 5/5 2015-01-01 eBook Self-Help Really needed this…I feel better already! As the year wore on, my inner tinkerer started fidgeting. Spreadsheets aren’t cool, and I’d been daydreaming about a JSON library format for a while. Eventually, my programming genes got the better of me. I decided this was the perfect chance to learn the trendiest JavaScript framework in the world, MeteorJS, which is built on NodeJS, which is built on V8 Javascript. That’s three layers of trendy abstraction, and I couldn’t resist. Screenshot of my ReaDB books at the end of 2015. So I built ReaDB. It started as a weekend hack to import my spreadsheet into a database (a MongoDB database, because it’s super trendy and hard to figure out) and pull data from the Google Books API. Ahh, but then the mission creep crept in. Pretty soon I got delusional, and imagined building a GoodReads replacement. ReaDB ended up in an awkward place somewhere between a glorified spreadsheet and The Personal Library App to end all Personal Library Apps. Anyway, I delayed writing this post for several months because I wanted to show off my trendy new full-stack JavaScript app at the same time. Eventually, ReaDB was basically ready. Meteor even sent me a t-shirt for my efforts. But then, just when I was about to unveil it to the world, the Meteor Development Group did something super annoying: they decided to shut down the free hosting they had promised would never go away … with only two weeks notice. Unfortunately, I don’t have the resources to pay $25/month to host an instance of ReaDB. However, if you’re feeling enterprising, you can grab the ReaDB source code from GitHub and host it or run it on your own computer. Anyway, long story short, there’s an app for that. UPDATE: Psst! I now have a demo instance hosted on Heroku. I wouldn’t trust too much data to it, since the hosting isn’t production grade, but if you want to give it spin, I won’t say anything…

The Aftermath: Post-Literary Stress Disorder

Has someone been posting secretly drawn caricatures of me reading to the Open Clip Art library?

Reading 100 books in 365 days wasn’t as hard as I expected.12 Most of the time, it didn’t seem like I was reading much more than I usually do; therefore, most of the time, it didn’t seem like work. Of course, occasionally I fell far behind my quota, and didn’t know if it was still within reach. For a few days, as I scrabbled to catch up, I’d have to stay up reading until my eyes were watery and bloodshot7 — but overall it wasn’t a problem.

It was a lot of reading. When January 2016 rolled around, I only finished one book. One. Single. Book. And it was a puny little Marx Brothers biography. I was exhausted.

I didn’t cheat: I didn’t quit any books half-way through or skim over the boring chapters, and the books I didn’t manage to finish I didn’t put on the list. And I actually read 122 books, not 100. At the beginning of the year I did some rather loose math (my favourite kind) and decided to set my monthly quota to ten books (rather than 8.33) to provide a slight buffer if I fell behind. It also made it easier to remember: even though I knew it would put me twenty books over my goal, the “ten books per month” figure stuck in my head, so I ended up reading 122 books.

Thanks to my clever little subconscious, as each month progressed, the books I picked got smaller and smaller until I was practically reading pamphlets. Then, to make up for it, I would start the next month with some long and boring intellectual book that would push the rest of the month’s reading into the last half of the month — causing the process to repeat ad nauseum.

Next time, I would pick a better selection of books. I am neither proud nor ashamed of the list I happened to read last year as a whole, but some months had a low signal-to-noise ratio. Reading a specific (and barely reachable) number of books in a certain timeframe pushed both my book selection criteria and my approach to reading toward quantity, not quality. I shied away from fat books that I wanted to read because I knew they would make it a stretch to read my full quota for the month. I didn’t slow down and think about some books as much as I should have.

What did I learn? “Reading” a “book” isn’t as black and white as it seems. One book can change my life, while the next just becomes another drop of knowledge in the murky waters of my mind, and unlikely to ever surface again. What I learn from a book, and experience reading it, depends on what I’ve already learned and experienced. The effect of a book is dependent on when, how, and why it’s read — the context is the key.

I remember more of what I read; I used to remember concepts, plots, and characters — but retaining dates, figures, and other details was a lost cause. For better or worse, my memory for names and places and obscure factoids seems much stickier. That said, I didn’t run any tests on memory before the challenge, so this is a purely subjective experience of personal growth, and therefore profoundly suspect.

Books I Enjoyed

You can’t judge books by their covers; sometimes, you can’t even judge them by what’s between the covers. Good books can be like apples and oranges that weigh the same amount, cost the same amount, and taste utterly different. Here are a few of my favourite books from the year:

Reader’s Choice Award: A Guide to the Good life, By William B. Irving

If only we could be as Tranquil as a marble statue…

Before my year of books, when asked for a book recommendation, I’d usually suggest David James Duncan’s novel The River Why. When I was asked for a non-fiction recommendation, I’d hem and haw while I fished around in the silty depths of my memory. Now, I recommend A Guide to the Good Life, by William B. Irvine. I recommend it to everyone, and often the title exits my mouth before they’re even finished asking.

A Guide to the Good Life is probably the best book I read in 2015. The author, William B. Irvine, is a Philosophy professor who decided to apply the Stoic philosophy to his life.

Stoicism bears an uncanny similarity to my own operational philosophy. Irvine presents the Stoic ideas with clear prose and occasional humour. This isn’t armchair philosophy, either: it’s simple and direct, and deals specifically with how to apply stoic ideas, and use them as the basis for a sound Philosophy of Life.

Irvine talked about the concept of tranquility, popular with the later Roman stoics, at length. Personally, I don’t find tranquility a compelling state to aim for. Fortunately, Stoicism is one of the more modular philosophies, and stoic techniques are applicable even if you don’t subscribe to the entire stoic ideology.

Though it stands on its own, this book is a great jumping-off point for the works of Greek and Roman stoics. After reading A Guide to the Good Life, I moved on to Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and Seneca’s On The Shortness of Life.

Or, you could just read about Stoicism on Wikipedia.

A Guide to the Good Life stood out on the shelf, but it was not the only one. Here are some other books that I found entertaining, elucidating, or otherwise exceptional.

Best non-fiction book: The Shallows, by Nicholas Carr. Not all my reviews are lucid. I didn’t intend to publish them — they are just notes I jotted down in the spreadsheet cell when I added the book to my list, intended to remind me of my general takeaway, and they don’t always reflect well on my cognitive abilities. With that preface, here is what I had to say about The Shallows: “The best kind of science book: neither dumbed down nor fattened on jargon, The Shallows takes on a broad swath of our intellectual history and weaves it into a compelling argument. Long and wide ranging, but sufficiently intelligent to be worthwhile.”

Carr addresses the bifurcation between the scattershot hypertasking made possible, and almost unavoidable, by the internet, and the slower, more linear, and perhaps deeper thinking that is encouraged by books, which brought us to the information age but may soon be lost. This is particularly relevant to me, since I’m in the crossover generation between the two: I use the internet every day, and am no stranger to multithreaded processing, but I also read books and write, which require undistracted linear thought. I’ve experienced the benefits and drawbacks of each method, and it was interesting to read Carr’s perspective. How The Shallows is written makes it clear Carr knows how to think slowly and carefully. Both of us are wary of, but very much caught up in, the intellectual revolution — or apocalypse, as the case may be — that’s unfolding.



Runner up: Man’s Search for Meaning, by Viktor E. Frankl.



Best skeptical book: The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins. “Articulate, and worth reading even if he’s wrong. Dawkins makes a number of excellent points about religion, and his belligerent, intelligent, and humorous style of rhetoric is persuasive. (Probably partly wrong, at least in his doggedness about it and idolization of how much science knows.)”

In addition to his points about religion, evolution, Occam’s Razor, and so on, I found Dawkins’s almost religious sense of wonder notable. Of course, when you get to the edges of science things do get pretty wondrous. Alan Lightman, a non-crusading atheist, shows a similar sense of wonder at the world in The Accidental Universe, and so do countless other scientists. But I didn’t expect to find it in Dawkins, so it came as a pleasant surprise.

Runner up: The Meaning of Human Existence, by Edward O. Wilson

Best self-help book: The Art of Communicating, by Thích Nhất Hạnh. Labelling this “self-help” seems like an insult to Thích Nhất Hạnh, but I’ve already used the other categories it would fall under. “I am partial to Hạnh — both his advice on living well, and the straight-talking way in which he imparts it — and, in my opinion, The Art of Communicating, like most of his work, is excellent. Straightforward, actionable, and a joy to read.”

Runner up: How to Eat, by Thích Nhất Hạnh.



Best religious book: The Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tzu (translated by Stephen Mitchell). Rumour has it Stephen Mitchell took significant liberties with his translation. I had no other translations to compare it to, and it may be more Stephen Mitchell than Lao Tzu, but it worked for me. “Wise words. The concepts seem like strikingly familiar; it’s as if my songs and essays are intuitive plagiarisms of the Tao Te Ching. An interesting take on religion without God … exactly.”

Runner up: Awareness, by Anthony de Mello.

Best Comedy: Something New, by P.G. Wodehouse. In my mind “entertainment”, “British humour”, and “literary escapism” are synonymous with “the works of Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse” (see my section on guiltless pleasures, above). It’s P.G. Wodehouse — what more can be said? P.G. Wodehouse is of the rare breed of British humourists who can make almost always make me laugh aloud in the middle of the night, and Something New shows his skills admirably.”

Runner up: The Importance of Being Ernest, by Oscar Wilde.

Best Reference Book: The Elements of Style, by William Strunk, Jr., and E.B. White. This was my only re-reading. I thought I could use to refresh my memory.17 While writing this article I read Geoffrey K. Pullum’s raging but lucid denouncement of the Elements of Style, provocatively titled 50 Years of Stupid Grammar Advice. Pullum’s right: Strunk and White is quite black and white, and not even always right. But I know of no replacement for the little book. Despite its dogmatism, it was useful the first time I read it, I do not regret re-reading it, and I have no doubt there’s still more to learn if I decide to read it again. In other words, the very short review I jotted down in a spreadsheet cell remains true: “Concise, useful, and entertaining — the writer’s gruff uncle.”

Runner up: The Art of Public Speaking, by Dale Carnegie and J. Berg Esenwein.

Best Book of Essays: Some Remarks, by Neal Stephenson. I thoroughly enjoyed Neal Stephenson’s brilliantly didactic epic science fiction novel Anathem. Since I didn’t have time to read one of his ~1000 page novels, and already had a lot of science fiction on my list, I was pleased to see Some Remarks on the library shelf, and even more pleased when I read it. “A diverse but well-crafted collection of essays broken in the middle by a 100+ page article, originally published in WIRED, about transatlantic cables. His obvious enthusiasm for the obscure and abstruse is infectious.”

Runner up: Zen in the Art of Writing, by Ray Bradbury.

Best Science Fiction Novel: Childhood’s End, by Arthur C. Clarke. “Science fiction has been called ‘the literature of ideas’, and Clarke brings it back to its roots: the writing doesn’t get in the way, and the plot explores some vital part of humanity’s (or the universe’s) present and future. Childhood’s End explores ambition, both personal and racial, and the stagnation that results when that ambition is neutered — topics I find fascinating. Why do I want to be what I am, and more? Why do I want humanity to be humanity, and more? When is change the only constant? Why does humanity seem different somehow?”

Runner up: either Xenocide or Children of the Mind, by Orson Scott Card.

Best Novel: The Brothers K, by David James Duncan. I neglected to write a review of this book, but I clearly recall that it was a sprawling work of beautiful, broken, and absolutely uproarious genius.

Books that Annoyed Me

I didn’t expect to agree with everything I read, nor to enjoy the prose of every author I picked up. And I didn’t. But a handful of books struck me as rotten in all eleven dimensions. Tastes vary, so you can take these with a grain of salt and come to your own conclusions about the cultivation of my palate. These four aren’t the worst books I read in 2015, but they’re the ones I wrote the worst reviews of.

Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts. “[…] This bottomless Bollywood-noir novel chronicles the descent of a morally-numb escaped-convict as he crawls back into the gutter in Bombay, with the help of a Mafia Don whose foolosophy is neatly tailored to allow the clinically depraved to see themselves as heroes. The prose sounds like it has taken as many beatings as the protagoonist; it’s amazing it can move at all given how purple it is. […]”

The Giver, by Lois Lowry. “Fascinating concept; frustrating execution: The prose isn’t painful, but it’s about as deep as a tide pool, and Lowry builds her clever premise into a mountain of … snow.”

Fiction Writer’s Workshop, by Josip Novakovich. “A largely inchoate attempt to instruct the reader in the art of dialogue and story, using examples that range from woodpecker food to dialogue so juicy and sentimental you’d need a mop to clean it up. A few useful tips about listening, but for the most part irritating and self-indulgent. Did not resonate.”

The Essence of Buddhism, by E. Haldeman-Julius. I have nothing against Buddhism, and other Buddhist writings are among my favourite volumes. This one is not. “An incoherent and hypocritical little collection of Buddhist scraps and quotations. Unsatisfactory.”

Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out. ― J.K. Rowling

The Census Bureau

I read 122 books in 2015. Some of them were small — right on the edge of what counts as a book — and some of them were large: The average length was 262 pages (65,500 words). Since I read 122, I could remove the 22 shortest books and have a more respectable list. If I had read the same number of pages, but only 100 books, the books would have averaged a more satisfactory 319.64 pages.

According to the somewhat dubious5 statistics crunched by my library management app, I read a total about 31,964 pages of text, or 7,991,000 words.

Charting the total number of books, number of non-fiction books, and number of fiction books I read each month of the year. Looks like I was feeling serious in August and October, and frivolous in July and December6. As you can see I made a push to finish a lot of books that I had been reading slowly in November, so I would have finished them within the year.

The Big List

Title Author Rating Date Read Something New P.G. Wodehouse 5 2014-01-04 Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Philip K. Dick 4 2015-01-21 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Robert Louis Stevenson 3 2015-01-24 Xenocide Orson Scott Card 6 2015-01-28 The Importance of Being Ernest Oscar Wilde 6 2015-01-30 Proust and the Squid Marian Wolf 3 2015-01-05 Not Always So Shunryu Suzuki 3 2014-01-11 Driving Mr. Albert Michael Paterniti 4 2014-01-13 The Last Lecture Randy Pauche 4 2014-01-15 The World as I See It Einstein 4 2015-01-18 A Modest Proposal Jonathan Swift 2 2015-01-22 The Alchemist Paulo Coelho 3 2015-02-05 Children of the Mind Orson Scott Card 6 2015-02-12 Breakfast At Tiffany’s, and Three Stories Truman Capote 4 2015-02-22 Laughing Gas P.G. Wodehouse 5 2015-02-23 How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe Charles Yu 4 2015-02-25 The Writer’s Gym Eliza Clark 3 2015-02-03 Some Remarks Neal Stephenson 5 2015-02-10 David and Goliath Malcolm Gladwell 5 2015-02-16 Zen in the Art of Writing Ray Bradbury 6 2015-02-20 The Art of the Very Short Story Charlie Close 1 2015-02-27 Meetings with Remarkable Men G.I. Gurdjieff 3 2015-03-06 The Art of Communication Thich Nhat Hanh 6 2015-03-09 The Elements of Style William Strunk Jr., E.B. White 6 2015-03-23 A Primate’s Memoir Robert M. Sapolsky 5 2015-03-27 What Every Body is Saying Joe Navarro 3 2015-03-28 The Brothers K David James Duncan 6 2015-03-13 Childhood’s End Arthur C. Clarke 5 2015-03-16 Lord of the Flies William Golding 2 2015-03-20 Nine Stories J.D. Salinger 4 2015-03-29 The Man Upstairs, and other stories P.G. Wodehouse 6 2015-03-30 A Reading Diary Alberto Manguel 3 2015-04-03 Awareness Anthony de Mello 7 2015-04-12 The Exploits of the Incomparable Mulla Nasrudin Idries Shah 5 2015-04-14 A City of Words Alberto Manguel 4 2015-04-19 A Guide to the Good Life: The Ancient Art of Stoic Joy William B. Irvine 7 2015-04-25 The Girl on the Boat P.G. Wodehouse 5 2015-04-06 A Tale for the Time Being Ruth Ozeki 4 2015-04-16 The Illustrated Man Ray Bradbury 5 2015-04-23 Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction J.D. Salinger 5 2015-04-25 Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said Philip K. Dick 5 2015-04-29 Writing Down the Bones Natalie Goldberg 3 2015-05-19 My Story as Told By Water David James Duncan 5 2015-05-30 Becoming a Writer Dorothea Brande 4 2015-05-31 Context Cory Doctorow 5 2015-05-29 Catch-22 Joseph Heller 5 2015-05-12 A Damsel in Distress P.G. Wodehouse 4 2015-05-18 Oryx and Crake Margaret Atwood 2 2015-05-22 The Year of the Flood Margaret Atwood 2 2015-05-29 Downward to the Earth Robert Silverberg 3 2015-06-01 The Adventures of Sally P.G. Wodehouse 3 2015-06-06 Madd Addam Margaret Atwood 3 2015-06-10 Ubik Philip K. Dick 5 2015-06-26 Spin Claire Burge 3 2015-06-30 On the Move: A Life Oliver Sacks 4 2015-06-12 Spunk and Bite Arthur Plotnik 4 2015-06-14 Irrationally Yours Dan Ariely 3 2015-06-16 A Moveable Feast Ernest Hemingway 3 2015-06-19 Bird by Bird Anne Lamont 3 2015-06-26 Man and Superman George Bernard Shaw 5 2015-07-06 Candide Voltaire 3 2015-07-07 Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich Stephen Leacock 5 2015-07-19 Three for Tomorrow Robert Silverberg, Roger Zelazny, James Blish, Arthur C. Clarke (Forward) 3 2015-07-22 Pygmalion George Bernard Shaw 5 2015-07-25 The Gondoliers W. S. Gilbert, Arthur Sullivan 3 2015-07-29 Writing Tools Roy Peter Clarke 5 2015-07-11 The Meaning of Human Existence Edward O. Wilson 5 2015-07-13 The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up Marie Kondo 3 2015-07-22 Further Fables for our Time James Thurber 3 2015-07-29 Mike P.G. Wodehouse 3 2015-08-11 To Kill a Mockingbird Harper Lee 5 2015-08-17 The Da Vinci Code Dan Brown 4 2015-08-19 Man’s Search for Meaning Viktor E. Frankl 5 2015-08-02 The God Delusion Richard Dawkins 4 2015-08-11 Face: A Time Code Ruth L. Ozeki 3 2015-08-24 How to Rap Paul Edwards 3 2015-08-26 Zen Flesh, Zen Bones Paul Reps, Nyogen Senzaki 3 2015-08-29 How to Eat Thich Nhat Hanh 5 2015-08-31 The Tao Te Ching Lao Tzu, Stephen Mitchell 7 2015-08-31 Juno and the Paycock Sean O’Casey 1 2015-09-01 The Simulacra Philip K. Dick 3 2015-09-03 A Good Year Peter Mayle 4 2015-09-15 A Stranger in a Strange Land Robert A. Heinlein 4 2015-09-28 Heart of Darkness Joseph Conrad 2 2015-09-28 Amish Proverbs Suzanne Woods Fisher 5 2015-09-10 The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains Nicholas Carr 6 2015-09-11 The Naked Ape Desmond Morris 5 2015-09-13 Be Free Where You Are Thich Nhat Hanh, Sister Chan Kh"ng" 5 2015-09-18 The Handmaid’s Tale Margaret Atwood 3 2015-10-07 Ender’s Shadow Orson Scott Card 4 2015-10-26 I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon Philip K. Dick 5 2015-10-28 The Giver Lois Lowry 3 2015-10-29 The Book of Genesis Anonymous 2015-10-11 Outlines of Mormon philosophy Lycurgus Arnold Wilson 4 2015-10-12 How to Speak and Write Correctly Joseph Devlin 4 2015-10-20 The Prince Niccolò Machiavelli 3 2015-10-30 Rework Jason Fried, David Heinemeier Hansson 4 2015-10-31 Fiction Writer’s Workshop Josip Novakovich 2 2015-11-01 The Essence of Buddhism E. Haldeman-Julius 2 2015-11-03 The Story of My Life Helen Keller 5 2015-11-10 Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass, an American slave. Written by himself. Frederick Douglass 4 2015-11-17 The Problems of Philosophy Bertrand Russell 7 2015-11-21 A Room of One’s Own Virginia Woolf 6 2015-11-22 Arms and the Man George Bernard Shaw 4 2015-11-27 The Stars My Destination Alfred Bester 4 2015-11-28 Lady Windermere’s Fan Oscar Wilde 4 2015-11-28 Now Wait for Last Year Philip K. Dick 4 2015-11-04 The Martian Chronicles Ray Bradbury 2 2015-11-11 The Happy Prince, and other Stories Oscar Wilde 5 2015-11-11 An Ideal Husband Oscar Wilde 5 2015-11-13 Starship Troopers Robert A. Heinlein 4 2015-11-18 Shadow of Hegemon Orson Scott Card 3 2015-12-07 Shadow Puppets Orson Scott Card 3 2015-12-08 Shantaram Gregory David Roberts 1 2015-12-15 The Great Gatsby F. Scott Fitzgerald 5 2015-12-16 You Never Can Tell George Bernard Shaw 3 2015-12-18 A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man James Joyce 5 2015-12-25 The Odyssey Homer 3 2015-12-23 Faust Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 4 2015-12-31 The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin Benjamin Franklin 5 2015-12-08 On the Shortness of Life Seneca 6 2015-12-19 The Art of Public Speaking Dale Carnegie, J. Berg Esenwein 7 2015-12-20

Conclusion

An Aristottler

What’s next? This year, I’m reading just one large or difficult book a month. 2016 is my Year of Tomes. If I stick to my list — which I doubt I will — the year’s tomes will be a fairly even mix of classics, big history, scripture, and philosophy. The roster consists of works feared, worshipped, or both.

This should let me take my time, take notes, and ensure that how deeply I think about what I read is limited by lack, not of time, but of mental faculty. Of course, I’m not going to limit myself to 12 books, but I plan to spend the bulk of my reading time tackling a few voluminous volumes, rather than frittering it away on whims and fancies.

A book is like a little rip in space-time that lets me peer through into another time, another place, another mind. If the author has mastered the craft, I can step through the portal for a few hours and explore the wonders the strange land has in store, wonders that cannot be found when I step out of my door. Travel, as Flaubert said out, lets you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. This is remains true for the journeys I take without moving my feet.

In any case, I consider my 100 books experiment a success. Illusory though it may be, I get the impression that I learned more about the world — and, in the process, myself — in the last year than I would have if I hadn’t embarked on a year of books. In any case, I’ve successfully reinforced the stereotype that autodidacts are bookish nerds with large ears and small social lives9.

Congratulations: You made it through 6,000-odd words about how many words I read last year! If you have any questions, wisecracks, or pedantic comments, send an email or tweet in my direction, or leave your thoughts in the comments below. Thanks for reading!