Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature created and hosted by The Broke and the Bookish, in which we talk about a bookish topic and have fun making lists. It’s officially on hiatus at the moment, which means I can play catch up on some old topics…
Given I’m doing topics I never did it seems appropriate to start with a top ten of books I never wrote a review for. There’s lots, of course – while I started tracking my reading about ten years ago, I only really started reviewing regularly in 2013 (and even then I didn’t write reviews for everything). So there’s some books I feel like I’ve read recently that I’m regularly amazed to discover I never reviewed… which I usually rediscover when I try to link to it and find it (still) doesn’t exist!
Among Others – Jo Walton
This was one of my books of the year, evoking all the feelings with its heart-felt coming of age and in its homage to classic SF. But somehow, I never wrote about it. HOW?
The Lost Child of Lychford – Paul Cornell
I enjoyed the second Lychford novella every bit as much as the first, but it fell victim to a busy patch at work and is now a weight on my conscience. What a shame, I’ll have to reread it in advance of the third coming out this winter…
Fight Club – Chuck Palahniuk
Another work-related casualty, I do still intend to write this one up for The Book was Better. It’s impossible to read without hearing it narrated by Ed Norton if you’ve seen the movie though.
Annihilation – Jeff Vandermeer
This book is unusual and thought-provoking (also gorgeous. Every damn edition is eye-catching), and I keep tripping over the fact I never wrote it up. But there’s a movie on the way, so perhaps it will become a Book was Better reread.
Night Waking and Cold Earth – Sarah Moss
I adore both of these stand-alone contemporary novels by Moss, but they must have just pre-dated reviewing becoming a regular thing for me. I love that each of Moss’s novels is so different to the rest; I’m hard pressed to pick a favourite (I’m currently – finally – reading Signs for Lost Children).
The Ocean at the End of the Lane – Neil Gaiman
I read Ocean the same year as Among Others, and again didn’t write about it. In this case I think there was simply too much flail and by the time I’d digested it, there was too many other things going on. But oh, my heart.
Angelmaker – Nick Harkaway
Another firm favourite, but somehow Tigerman appears to be the only Harkaway I’ve ever reviewed. Yet Angelmaker gave me Edie Banister, octagenarian spy with the farty dog and the bad attitude, who carved out my heart and kept it for the badness of it.
Then there’s books I read a really long time ago, so I know full well I didn’t review them – but I’d really, really like to. It feels weird wanting to reread a book partly because you want to write about it, but there you go – these are books that I recall as full of ideas or feelings, both of which make me happy
Knowledge of Angels – Jill Paton Walsh
Religion and philosophy collide when an atheist and a girl raised by wolves are turned over to the Inquisition on a remote Mediterranean island. This isn’t an easy read as I recall (or a happy one), but it left a big impression and I’d like to go back to explore it.
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet – David Mitchell
Likewise my first touch of Mitchell, which played to my fond memories of Shogun and added in a storyline that teased its supernatural trappings to the full.
Vellum – Hal Duncan
My only qualms about revisiting Vellum are that I have the hardback tome (and it really is a door stop). But this blend of hedonism, hatred, redemption, fallen angels, dystopian futures and love was intoxicating and infuriating – I loved it much as I loved Jeff Noon’s Vurt, although I’m nervous about revisiting it.
Do you have any books you regret not having reviewed?