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On my bedside table, or; Books read recently (non-fiction edition)

I had a goal this year that I would read 52 books, an average of one a week. Yeah, well, I fell a bit short (but not much – I think I ended up reading around 45 but I stopped writing them down around August).

I was recently lamenting the fact that I read very little non-fiction. I blame, amongst other things, the internet and a short attention span. There are few special topics I care about enough to warrant reading an entire non-fiction book. It’s not that I’m not interested in the world around me; far from it. It’s just that I prefer to read essays or articles, or follow trails from around the internet, or even seek the wisdom of the last bastion of “factual” “information” (by which I am of course referring to Wikipedia). Continue reading