I’m overdosing on Chabon, going to go get the The Yiddish Policemen’s Union today. I don’t usually do this, I think writers are appreciated more when you read them sporadically, based on your moods. However, I think I’ve permanently been in a Chabon kind of mood all year. It’s been one of those years.
As for next year, I want to start reading Proust. I also have Faulkner and Atwood on the list. Any others?