I wanted to read one book a month in 2020, but I ended up overshooting my goals.
Following are the list of books I read this year. I like both ficiton and non-ficiton and try to juggle between the two. Some of these have been excellent recommendations from people who like reading even more than me and a few I just picked up on a whim.
One regret I have is not reading more books in Bengali – my mother tongue. Maybe that is something as a target for 2021.
I initially thought to make this blog post as a review of all the books I had read this year. But then tastes differ and it’s very easy to criticise. If you want to know about any of these books, you can just mail me and we will talk about it.
- Arin – Sayak Aman
- What Comes Next and How to Like it – A Memoir – Abigail Thomas
- Six Chapters of a Man’s Life – Victoria Cross (Annie Sophie Cory)
- Mindscape – Deblina Bhattacharya
- The Stranger – Harlan Coben
- Every Day I Fight – Stuart Scott
- Roses are Blood Red – Novoneel Chakraborty
- The Power of Irrationality – Dan Ariely
- The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck – Mark Manson
- Everything is Fucked – Mark Manson
- Giovanni’s Room – James Baldwin
- We Need to Talk about Kevin – Lionel Shriver
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
- Rich Dad Poor Dad – Robert Kiyosaki, Sharon Lechter
- Ikigai – Albert Lieberman, Hector Garcia
- Atomic Habits – James Clear
- Who Moved My Cheese – Spencer Johnson
- Maurice – E.M. Forester
- Shopping for a Billionaire – Julia Kent ( Stay away from this)
Out of all of them, I feel Giovanni’s room was my favourite book of the year and that’s why I headlined this article with the cover of that book. It is hauntingly dark and takes you through a stream of consciousness of the protagonist which is incredibly labyrinthine just like our own minds.
To portray yourself as a different personality and then taking all your readers through the stream of thoughts of that protagonist is an extremely difficult task but James Baldwin wrote like a wizard in this novel.
I remember I was on a leisurely walk while I had the book in the back of my mind. It had started raining suddenly, and having nothing to protect myself from the rain, I had to take shelter in a small, gloomy secluded tin shed at the side of the highway. And that temporary shelter in the rain perfectly resonated with the darkness of the book. And a sense of loss.
What I most like about this book apart from the main lines about which this book is discussed is how this book is strangely human. I think you really have to read the book to understand what I mean. Do give it a read if you haven’t already.