Just wanted to take a second to make it blissfully, stupidly clear that the titles I’ve been putting up on my year-end list are extraordinarily subjective (verging on whimsical) and don’t at all represent a tally of everything I loved reading in 2015. To the degree that I’ve crafted this list at all, it’s mostly to steer clear from titles that have dominated the five bazillion other year-end lists currently in existence and that you’re probably already pretty well aware of and may in fact be reading at the moment.
So, for instance, The Complete Stories of Clarice Lispector—duh!—I think I’ve already made my admiration for this book abundantly clear in a variety of ways. Of course you should read it! You know that!! No real need to ping it yet again on this list, even though it was clearly one of the best things I read in 2015.
And in addition, on these little entries I’ve been writing, I’ve been trying to go beyond just slapping down a bunch of titles and covers and to actually make a strong case for why you should take the time and read this book. Which, you know, takes some time to do well (or to at least try to do well), which again limits just how many titles yr beleaguered little blogger can feature here.
Basically, this list is me just saying, “Hey there, you look like the sort of person who reads this blog a lot. If you’re a person who can tolerate that high degree of proximity to my mental energies, maybe probably these books would be your thing. I really liked them! Here they are! Enjoy!!”