Today, the bloggers at The Broke and the Bookish have asked us to list top ten books I liked more/less than I thought I would.
Expectations are always so damning, aren’t they. So many times I go into a good book with great expectations, and end up disappointed. At other times, I read a book that seems just about ok, and then end up surprised and amazed by the book. It may not be a particularly good book, but because my expectations were low, I end up loving it.
Here is a very, very late post on the five best books I read in 2016. This is a post I’ve been sitting on for the past couple of weeks. The reason being I wanted to make a top ten post (which is what I usually do). But 2016 was mainly a year of a lot of escapist reading, and while I enjoyed quite a few of them (Cassandra Clare, Robert Galbraith, a ton of Indian fiction), I didn’t really feel that they were that great enough to be on a top ten list.
And so, here’s a top five. But the books mentioned here, I loved, as in I really, really loved, and would read again in a heartbeat.
I first read My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell as a pre-teen, just when I was beginning to leave my childhood infatuation with animals (and dreams of becoming a vet) behind, and moving onto more adult pleasures – like makeup, fashion magazines, and romance novels.
At that time, reading this book extended my childhood for a few more months I think before I fully tumbled into teen-hood. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that when I saw this book in the library recently, I happily picked it up again for a reread.