HERE IS THE STUFF I LIKED THIS YEAR OKAY THANK YOU BYE.<\/p>\n
As my writing career has deepened, my reading habits have changed. I finish far fewer books these days. That’s not down to the quality of the books, necessarily, but in part due to an increasing\u00a0persnicketiness\u00a0<\/em>when it comes to what books I like and what books I don’t. A story gets very little room to breathe in my world — I generally like to give a book till page 50, but realistically, if I’m not into the book by page 10, I put it down and find another.<\/p>\n This might seem like I’m overly impatient. And maybe I am, and it’s entirely possible I’m missing out on great books this way — but with a toddler running around and way too many books of my own to write, I don’t have that kind of time to grant to a novel that just isn’t burying its claws in me. Some books click. Some don’t. I’ve got a teetering tbr pile threatening to crush me daily.<\/p>\n (This is why I don’t buy the bullshit meme that writers are beholden to review other books negatively. If you do — more power to you, but it’s not an obligation. If you can’t trust my positive reviews because I also don’t contribute negative ones into the world, that’s your problem, not mine. My job is to write books, not criticize somebody else’s. Realistically, my negative reviews would be full of shit anyway. My tastes, as noted, are increasingly finicky. And if I don’t like a book?\u00a0I don’t finish it<\/em>. What kind of a review is that? It’s no kinda review, is what it is.)<\/p>\n Point is, if I make it through a book, then for me it was a damn good one.<\/p>\n Below are the books that I finished this year, which is to say, the damn good ones<\/em>.<\/p>\n Twelve-Fingered Boy, by John Hornor Jacobs<\/strong><\/p>\n A very serious candidate for\u00a0favorite book of the year<\/em>. I fucking devoured this YA sorta-kinda-coming-of-age novel about a pair of psychic boys in an Arkansas correctional institution. It’s dark and twisted and funny and violent and the writing is downright powerful and the characters are grip-your-throat compelling. It’s a little bit horror novel, it’s a little bit X-Men<\/strong>, it’s a whole lotta Tom Sawyer\/Huck Finn. I’ve liked JHJ’s earlier novels quite a bit, but this one really buried its hooks in me. Bonus: already read the second in the series,\u00a0The Shibboleth<\/strong>, which takes the small seed of mythology in the first book and grows a whole goddamn tree out of it, turning up the volume on the\u00a0X-Men \/ Chronicle<\/strong>\u00a0<\/em>vibe. Go find the first book now, now, now.<\/p>\n The Shining Girls, by Lauren Beukes<\/strong><\/p>\n The second very serious candidate for\u00a0favorite book of the year<\/em>. I think\u00a0Zoo City<\/strong> is an amazing achievement and deserves its very own pedestal — but Beukes really ratcheted things up with\u00a0The Shining Girls<\/strong>. (How to sell it in brief: “A survivor of a time-traveling serial killer’s attack attempts to understand what happened to her and soon finds herself hunting the hunter.”Rich and layered, creepy and poetic. Full of complex and compelling characters — many (most) of them “shining” women who the serial kill wants to rob of their spark. Contains one of the most brutal, cringe-worthy scenes I’ve ever read. (Like, in a good way. I still get the shivers thinking about it. LAUREN BEUKES IS ONE OF OUR MOST BAD-ASS DANGEROUS WRITERS. Read her.)<\/p>\n NOS4A2, by Joe Hill<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s a book big enough to bludgeon a bull elk, and that’s a damn good thing because it’s one of those books you never want to end (and also, you might get attacked by a bull elk and trust me when I say, those guys are assholes). I’m guilty as a writer of encouraging folks to get to the story, to step on the accelerator and move this motherfucker along — and certainly Hill knows how to do that, because with a book like\u00a0Heart-Shaped Box<\/strong> he took what I woulda thought would’ve been the whole novel and collapsed that part into the first 30 pages, which gave that particular book a surprising amount or urgency and surprise. But\u00a0NOS4A2<\/strong>, which offers up a young girl’s lifelong battle against a vampiric wretch bound to a candy-cane hellscape known as Christmasland, is an epic horror story that takes a lot of time to grow compelling characters before plunging you into the dark and icy waters. (In fact, it is the protagonist’s struggle against herself that is as fascinating as her battle against the monster, Charlie Manx. Powerful writing, inescapable horror, grave dread punctuated by the small-town life made famous by the novels of Hill’s own father. (In fact, this book has some loose tie-ins to the Dark Tower mythology, if that tweaks your nipples.) Great, great book. One of those books where I wish I was a time-traveling serial killer, actually, so I could go back in time, murder Joe Hill, and claim this book as my own.<\/p>\n The Waking Dark, by Robin Wasserman<\/strong><\/p>\n “Hey, what would it be like if Stephen King wrote YA novels?”<\/p>\n *drops\u00a0The Waking Dark<\/strong> in your lap*<\/p>\n I’ll say no more except: holy shit read this book.<\/p>\n Vicious, by V. E. Schwab<\/strong><\/p>\n Here’s generally how it works if you ask me to blurb a book: I will take the book and make it very clear, “I probably don’t have time to read this,” which is true, but also a way for me to insulate you against the reality that I may not dig the book, or I might just forget because I have a brain like a hamster-nibbled cracker. The books I inevitably\u00a0do<\/em> blurb often get blurbed because of one reason: because I pick it up on a lark and idly read the first couple pages.<\/p>\n Or, that’s what I\u00a0think<\/em> will happen<\/p>\n What really happens is suddenly I look up from the book and I’ve wolfed down like, 50-100 pages.<\/p>\n And I blink and go, “Whoa-dang,” and then I devour the rest like pie at Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n Books like that get blurbed because I fall into them. Because any and all of my critical response levels are shut-down and dazzled by the powerful prestidigitation and misdirection of\u00a0a damn good story<\/em>. And that’s this book. A supervillain book as much as it is a superhero<\/em> book. A book about bad people and nemeses and redemption. Crackling writing and pinpoint plotting. Needs its own comic book, TV show, breakfast cereal. Doubly upsetting is that Schwab isn’t even 30 years old yet GODDAMN IT who let her in the club was it you?<\/p>\n The Thicket, by Joe Lansdale<\/strong><\/p>\n I’ll read anything Joe Lansdale writes.<\/p>\n You could say, “He wrote this Chinese takeout menu,” and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and read every line of that menu penned by Champion Joe.\u00a0The Thicket<\/strong> is one of his best and he’s in nearly perfect form here. I don’t like giving out the plot details but this is pretty grim and hilarious turn-of-the-century take on the “coming-of-age” story. Read this. And then if you haven’t read any other Lansdale, read all of it with an aim to savor but a plan to gorge.<\/p>\n Abaddon’s Gate, by James S.A. Corey<\/strong><\/p>\n Abstractly, I care nothing for space opera. But I read the first book in the Expanse series (Leviathan Wakes<\/strong>)\u00a0<\/strong>on a trip and found myself swiftly addicted to the story. The second book,\u00a0Caliban’s War<\/strong>, was\u00a0even better<\/em>. This is the third book and it continues the horror-tinged space opera epic with all its magnificence intact. It’s a little slower to build than the second book, but once it kicks into gear — sweet motherless goatfucker, it gets\u00a0cray-cray<\/em>.<\/p>\n In other news, James S.A. Corey is like, fifteen people or something. Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck I know for sure. But I also think there’s like, some kind of alien hive-mind at work here, and maybe a talking llama, and definitely a supercomputer housed in an ancient glacier.<\/p>\n Apocalypse Now Now, by Charlie Human<\/strong><\/p>\n I can’t explain this book using words. I can only use my mouth to mumble and mutter while my eyes grow larger and larger. I blurbed this and, quite seriously, that was basically my blurb: “NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK TO SAY.” It’s like, if you took\u00a0Zoo City<\/strong> and made Neil Gaiman rewrite it but first you made him read Naked Lunch\u00a0<\/strong>and eat a lot of hallucinogenic drugs? Cape Town supernatural weirdness. There. That’s all I got. I don’t think this has a US deal yet?<\/p>\n Annihilation, by Jeff Vandermeer<\/strong><\/p>\n This isn’t out yet but it lands on shelves in in January, so, fuck it, it counts. If you let David Lynch write\u00a0Lost<\/strong>, or you made H.P. Lovecraft and Michael Crichton have a book-baby, this is what would result. A cold and poetic story of a woman’s descent into a mysterious zone called Area X where other teams have gone before and (often) not returned. It’s like, weird biology and archaeology and psychology and it’s another book where I’m pretty sure I ate like, a fistful of psilocybin before reading it. I read it fast and it blew me away. It’s part of a trilogy, too, which weirds me out\u00a0even more<\/em> because — what? What the hell happens\u00a0now<\/em>? *grabs at the air*<\/p>\n Yay Other Awesome Books But I’m Going On Too Long Already:\u00a0<\/strong>Three Parts Dead by Max Gladstone; City’s Son and its follow-up, Glass Republic, by Tom Pollock; Dreams & Shadows, by C. Robert Cargill; Parasite, by Mira Grant; The Testing, by Joelle Charbonneau; Shambling Guide to NYC, by Mur Lafferty; The Age Atomic, by Adam Christopher; certainly a bunch of other books that I read and adored but am forgetting because dumb.<\/p>\n Leaving Megalopolis, by Gail Simone and Jim Calafiore<\/strong><\/p>\n Listen, I kinda didn’t pay much attention when I backed this on Kickstarter. I was like, “HEY YAY GAIL SIMONE” and then I flung some money at the screen. I was probably drunk. It doesn’t matter. What I got — just the other day, actually — was a graphic novel that scared the genitals off my body. Imagine an apocalyptic horror novel where the superheroes are the\u00a0fucking monsters<\/em> and holy crap what. I tweeted the other day: “Sweet gore-soaked fuckmittens, LEAVING MEGALOPOLIS is batshit whoa-dang scarymazing.” Beautiful. Bloody. Soul-wounding. And bad-ass every step of the way.<\/p>\n Lazarus, by Greg Rucka and Michael Lark<\/strong><\/p>\n Only a few issues deep yet, but so far so awesome. The future-flung world is controlled by a handful of superpowerful families, and the lead in this one is a woman of one such family who has been engineered into… well, I don’t know exactly what but let’s go with “the human equivalent of a Terminator.” So good.<\/p>\n Saga, by Fiona Staples and Brian K. Vaughan<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s trippy space opera with TV-headed royalty and sex and naughty words and rocket ships made out of trees and dongs and cool bounty hunters and uber-violence and why are you still here?<\/p>\n Fatale, by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips<\/strong><\/p>\n When this first came out I kinda thought it was a straight crime story but oh shit it’s all occult-magic crazy. It’s like\u00a0L.A. Confidential\u00a0<\/strong>as painted with the blood of Aleister Crowley.<\/p>\n High Crimes, by Christopher Sebela and Ibrahim Moustafa<\/strong><\/p>\n The first comic series I’ve ever blurbed, actually: “Sharp as an ice ax, taut as a climbing rope. The writing and art have a vertiginous quality as if at any moment the characters — and you with ’em — will drop down into a dark canyon abyss. Let me put it another way: if you’re not reading\u00a0High Crimes<\/strong>, we probably can’t be friends.” I think that’s my favorite blurb I ever done blurbed, actually. I love this series (from the awesome folks at Monkeybrain) so hard. Everest + crime + spy thriller conspiracy + wtf.<\/p>\n Locke and Key, by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez<\/strong><\/p>\n I’m not caught up but this is one of those comics that you think is one thing but then kinda becomes another? At least, it was, for me. I expected something straight-up Lovecraftian but it soon leaves horror and becomes fantasy and creates wonder before circling back and becoming\u00a0even more horrific<\/em> and it’s really amazing — but again, not caught up, so if you spoil the last arc for me I’m going to shit on all your pets. Yep, even the guinea pig.<\/p>\n Wonder Woman, by Brian Azzarello and Cliff Chiang<\/strong><\/p>\n The New 52 is hit or miss for me — though one supposes that’s to be expected given that no comics company bats 1000 every day of the week. I like a lot of the Batman titles but I was wary of this one. I dig it — I think it takes WW down the right road, which is to say, epic and mythic, but not hyper-powered, either? Check it out.<\/p>\nComics<\/h2>\n