Top 5 Books of 2015

2015 was a year of letting go. It was sometimes really hard to live in the reality of my life, so I often hid in the world of fiction. Any fiction was good, as long as it wasn’t my present life. I’m grateful for the escape and the lessons that fiction offered me in 2015.

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I read a total of 67 books. Below is a list of my favorite five:

  1. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro is the story of a butler who is in the sunset of his life. He reflects and questions his service to his former master. Ishiguro’s writing is so subtly beautiful in this book. The story itself left me thinking about the sunrise, midday, afternoon, and sunset of my life.
  2. The Enchanted by Rene Denfeld is the story of a maximum security prison told in the eyes of an unknown prisoner. We learn about the lives of various characters in a prison. I was reminded of the complexity of human beings.
  3. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton is the story of a well-born lady in high society New York. She strives to marry well in order to maintain her way of life. Surprisingly, I found myself relating to the protagonist quite a lot (No, I don’t want to marry rich).
  4. 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami is a story of two people whose lives are intertwined. It was a fast-paced, part fantasy, part love story. This was my first Murakami book, and now I’m addicted.
  5. The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson is the conclusion to the Mistborn fantasy series. The books are set in a world where mankind barely survived some great Evil. There are very cool magical disciplines involving metals. The series in its entirety was great. Fantasy is a big investment for both the author and the reader. I’m glad I explored this genre, and I’m excited for future reads.

I look forward to 2016. I’m probably still somewhere in the ~midday of my life, so there’s a lot left for me to do/discover/anticipate both in real life and in literature.

Happy reading!

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Is that a fox?

I can’t draw Shibas, but I can kinda draw foxes.

Whenever my sister struts around the city with her newly-acquired Shiba, people wonder aloud, “Is that a fox?” Because I am a troll, I join the masses and ask her this question too.

This post is pointless. Basically, I miss my sister’s Shiba. We’re currently a couple thousand miles away from each other. Long distance relationships are pretty hard. This is a fox_01(2)