I love reading, right? You’d think for all the books I have scattered about my house. And I do love reading, but there are far too many books on my shelves that I have not read. Or that I’ve started and haven’t finished. Taking my cue from Linden, here’s my list of books to read this year:
- What Difference Do It Make? by Ron Hall, Denver Moore, and Lynn Vincent
- Secrets: Transforming Your Life and Marriage by Kerry Clarensau (started but haven’t finished)
- The Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence
- Guerrilla Marketing by Jay Conrad Levinson (started but haven’t finished)
- Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
- Vintage Jesus by Mark Driscoll and Gerry Breshears (started but haven’t finished)
- Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
- Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens (started but haven’t finished)
- Persuasion by Jane Austen
- Lady Susan by Jane Austen
- The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
- Story Collections by Oscar Wilde
- Plays by Oscar Wilde
- Poems by Oscar Wilde
- Poems in Prose by Oscar Wilde
- Essays by Oscar Wilde
- A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
- David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
- The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
- The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells
- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
- A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
- Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
- The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells
- The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
- The First Men in the Moon by H.G. Wells
- The Food of the Gods by H.G. Wells
- In the Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells
Two themes present themselves in this list:
- I start a lot of books but don’t finish them. Not sure why. Maybe they’re not interesting enough to finish. Maybe I just got busy. Regardless, I’ve got to get them off my to-read list.
- I have a lot of books by the same authors. Chris bought me several “Library of Essential Writers” collections for Christmas a few years ago, and I’ve hardly touched them. Authors include Mark Twain (read it), Ernest Hemingway (read it), Jane Austen (reading), Charles Dickens (struggling through Oliver Twist), Oscar Wilde, and H.G. Wells. Reading a collection of books by one author is actually my preferred method of reading books one after the other. I think I inherited this from my Toni Morrison/William Faulkner and Edith Wharton literature classes in college.
Twenty-eight books in 365 days? I think I can do it. That’s just over two books a month, and some of those I’m already in the middle of. I just have to be careful and not let my stack of unread magazines pile up around me, too!
Thoughts? Am I brilliantly creative or a gigantic idiot for tackling all these books this year?

