It’s become a bit of a tradition now for me to do a final stats post to mark the end of each year. I like it; it’s only when I write these posts that I really think about what I’ve read and what it says about my reading habits.
I had a sneaking suspicion that I hadn’t read as much as usual this year but it’s nice to see that really the damage isn’t as bad as expected. Here is my reading year in numbers:
In 2017 I read 25 novels and 2 short stories.
Before cancelling my Audible subscription I listened to 2 audio books (Charlotte Bronte: A Life by Claire Harman and Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain – both unblogged).
I failed to finish 1 book (Doctor Zhivago).
The oldest novel I read was published in 1848 (The Tenant of Wildfell Hall) but the two short stories I read were published in 1837 and 1838.
The newest book I read was published in 2016 (The Essex Serpent).
Only 8% of the books I read this year were published before 1900.
56% were published in the 20th century.
36% were published this century.
Just over half – 52% to be precise – were by British authors but in total I read books by authors of 12 different nationalities from 5 different continents.
I visited 8 new places on my Around The World in 80 Books tour.
15 books were written by women and 10 by men.
The longest novel I read contained over 800 pages (The Luminaries – I’ve now lent it to a friend so I can’t give you an exact figure on the page numbers).
The shortest had 190 pages (4.50 From Paddington).
My most popular blog post of this year – based on hits received – was this post on the books I’ve struggled to finish. Since it was published last month it’s been viewed 55 times which, for this quiet little blog, is loads.
One of the things I like about these posts is being able to compare to previous years and I’m reassured to see I’ve only read one book less than last year. I read more books by women this year (a conscious effort) and far fewer classic Victorian novels (completely unintentional, I had no idea). For some reason my choices seem to be shifting back towards modern literature but I think that’s because I’m still trying really hard to read books by a more diverse range of authors. That’s going pretty well all in all; I read slightly fewer non-English authors this year but I did read books by authors from Algeria, America, Finland, India, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Romania, Scotland and the West Indies. I’m pretty happy with that.
I just realised I didn’t read any French or Russian authors this year. How strange.
Anyhoo, before I go I’ll leave you with an entirely smug and gratuitous photograph of all the books I received over the holidays from my lovely family and friends. I’m a lucky girl.
They are currently piled up in an armchair while I work out where the hell I’m going to put them all. Ho hum….
Happy new year all 🙂