I chased Lincoln’s killer in “Manhunt.”
Watched Sid destroy himself from the inside out in “Half Blood Blues.”
Fell asleep under the stars with the smell of lamb wafting in the air in “Blood, Bones and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef.”
Drank champagne with Hazel and Augustus as they fell in love under the most tragic circumstances in “The Fault in Our Stars.”
Felt the deep inevitable regret of repeating the same mistakes over and over in “This is How You Lose Her.”
Explored the cemetery of forgotten books again with Daniel Sempere in “The Prisoner of Heaven.”
Was crushed by grief and old grudges in “Tell the Wolves I’m Home.”
Listened with orphans as they were told a tale of dark vengeance in “The Fifty Year Sword.”
Then there was geekiest race in history for the ultimate prize with Wade in “Ready Player One.”
And the best kick-ass sarcasm filled magical adventure to save the world yet with Harry Dresden in “Changes.”
I watched as secrets and myths intertwined in “The Tiger’s Wife.”
Stalked Santa Claus with Flavia de Luce in “I Am Half Sick Of Shadows.”
Found family in the most unexpected places in “The Housekeeper and the Professor.”
Felt the thrill of baseball and the bitter disappointment of failure in “The Art of Fielding.”
Survived the many journeys of brides that came from Japan to America in “The Buddha in the Attic.”
Watched as Dash and Lily found each other in “Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares.”
Discovered the cruelty and beauty of time itself in “A Visit from the Goon Squad.”
Found a window into one of my favorite author’s souls with “My Reading Life.”
Laughed at Tina Fey’s ridiculousness in “Bossypants.”
Learned the love of running in “Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen.”
And so much more.
Hundreds of stories, adventures, losses, loves, regrets, challenges and discoveries.
It has been quite a year, this year of books.