It's funny how your memory of a book shifts

Looking back at my year's reading (a bit late, I know), I've realised that the books that win an instant 5* rating as I finish them are not the same as the books that I'd now judge to be highlights.

My best reads of 2011 - the ones that I loved, that I've talked about and recommended, and that I think I'll read again were

• When God Spoke English - I blogged about this while at Hay; 
• The Hare with Amber Eyes;
• A Short History of Nearly Everything;
• Saplings; 
• The Report; 
• The American Wife;
• The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks;
• They Were Sisters;
• Annabel;
• A Single Man (the film's amazing, the book is shockingly better).

There were plenty of other books that I read and really enjoyed - but in the time since I closed the cover, the instant magic has faded and I've realised that they've not stayed with me as deeply as I'd expected.

Last year I read a huge number of books, way more than normal - in part it reflects my new and longer commute, but also that until September I was in a slightly less frenetic job and made a conscious effort to take a break to read while eating lunch. And I suspect a settled relationship sees a bit more reading in bed than the olden days... ;-)