#### Books Acquired
* *Blood, Bones, and Butter: the Inadvertant Education of a Reluctant Chef* | Gabrielle Hamilton
* *The Lore and Language of Schoolchildren* | Peter and Iona Opie
* *Behind the Beautiful Forevers* | Katherine Boo
* *Restoration* | Rose Tremain
* *Equus* | Peter Shaffer
* *Coming Up Roses* | Sarah Laing
* *It Chooses You* | Miranda July
* *The Uncommon Reader* | Alan Bennett
* *Worst Journeys: the Picador Book of Travel* | Keath Fraser
#### Books Read
* *Bad Science* | Ben Goldacre
* *The Desolation Angel* | Tim Wilson
* *The Last Days of Hitler* | Hugh Trevor-Roper
The highlight this month, and one of the best books I read all year, was Ben Goldacre’s *Bad Science*, wherein he debunks alternative medicine, dodgy medical research, and credulous journalism while giving us a crash course in clear thinking and basic stats. I know it’s too much to ask all doctors, scientists, and (especially) journalists to write in such an engaging and straighforward way, but they could at least read Goldacre to see how it’s done. I’d recommend this book for anyone who has to weight up the claims of medical researchers and alternative-medicine practitioners (and that’s pretty much all of us, these days). Goldacre’s coming to the Auckland Writers and Readers Festival in May, and I’m sure he’ll be worth catching.
Over a year ago, I decided I would [draw up a reading list for 2012](http://www.giantflightlessbirds.com/2012/01/the-reading-list/), cribbing from various best-ofs and friends’ suggestions. It was an experiment to see what effect this had on my book-buying (which had gotten a bit out of control) and my reading (which had started to wither away). So how did the Year of Reading experiment go?
My 2012 reading list was **47** books, about 16,500 pages total, and I finished **23** of them. A couple of books I dropped from the list: *Caribou Island* because it sounded totally depressing, *Hungry Heart* because I saw Peter Wells speak at the Writers Festival and lost all confidence in wading through what seemed like an overly-idiosyncratic biography of Colenso. So that’s a 50% success rate.
But the big surprise was in how much other reading I got done, just by consciously setting aside time for it: **73 books total**, one every five days. Most of my reading for the year was not therefore taken from that carefully-curated reading list, but it still seems to have served a purpose.
Consciously keeping track of everything I bought also proved interesting. Over the year I acquired **123** books, and had one of my irregular shelf purges in October, which got rid of **40** (for credit at *Classics and Suchlike* in Ponsonby, so eventually to be converted back into books again, but fewer books in accordance with the Second Law of Thermodynamics.) I could then calculate how many unread books I’d accumulated:
(*Books acquired* – *books purged*) – *books read* = *net library gain*
(123 – 40) – 73 = **10** (yes, that is **ten**)
For the first time in Lord-knows-how-many years, reading almost kept up with buying. True, only because of a one-off asset liquidation, and true, this doesn’t reduce the Current Reading Deficit which LibraryThing helpfully tells me stands at 270 books. But it’s something, so I declare the Year of the Reading List a success.
**Favourites**: *The Stranger’s Child, Bad Science, The Road, Moominpappa at Sea, Bird by Bird, The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction, The Sisters Brothers*
**Abandoned**: *Feast Day of Fools, Dreamers of the Day, In War Times, Are You My Mother?*
**Should Have Abandoned**: *Anathem, Home Fires*
Something I learned from this experiment is that putting a big, forbidding book on a reading list is not enough actually to make you read it: the doorstop of *The Rest is Noise*, with its suggested iTunes playlist, sat by my bed for a couple of months. Reading lists can be good, though, for making you pick up something you always *meant* to get to. *The Last Days of Hitler* is history as investigative journalism, reconstructing the end of the Third Reich immediately after its demise, at a time when the fate of Hitler was still a matter of rumour. Trevor-Roper methodically dispels the idea that the Nazi regime was a totalitarian machine: in his blunt account, it was a bunch of scheming clowns and courtiers.
My final book of the year, which took some tracking down given it’s by a local author, was Tim Wilson’s remarkable short story collection about OE, sex, the media, and bleak relationships; each story a small slightly surreal gem. I finished it on Christmas Day and it felt like a gift.