I have had this tendency to read a lot of fiction at the beginning of the year. That trend seems to have ended this year. I have complete 7 books in the first 9 weeks of the year and all of them have been nonfiction.
- I Remember Me by Carl Reiner
- I Just Remembered by Carl Reiner
- This Time Together by Carol Burnett
- Even This I Get to Experience by Norman Lear
- My Happy Days in Hollywood by Garry Marshall
- What’s So Funny? by Tim Conway
- The Making of the Atomic Bomb by Richard Rhodes
As of this writing, I am well into my 8th nonfiction book of the year, No Ordinary Time by Doris Kearns Goodwin. And honestly, there is no end in sight. Waiting in the wings, I’ve got:
- The Tides of the Mind: Uncovering the Spectrum of Consciousness by David Gelernter
- The Story of World War II by Donald L. Miller
- The Second World War by Sir Winston Churchill
- The Information: A History, A Theory, A Flood by James Gleick
- The Baseball Codes by Jason Turbow
There are recent works of fiction I am looking forward to, including:
- Arkwright by Allen Steele
- Quantum Night by Robert J. Sawyer
- End of Watch by Stephen King
But the fiction keeps getting shunted aside for the nonfiction, and I can’t say I see that changing any time soon. Gone are the days when my years would begin with book after book of fiction (and especially, science fiction). Perhaps most surprising—to me, at least—is that I really don’t mind the change.
I tend to alternate between Fiction & Nonfiction books.