The Books I Read in 2018

As I type this, all but a handful of my books are packed away in boxes. I have no bookcases in my house. The only books I have remaining with me are held in a small drawer underneath the TV. Why? Because we’re moving. We’re not going far, but it’s hard to move if you don’t pack your stuff.

I packed the books in late September, believing we’d be in our new house by mid-November. My books would make their reappearance in my life around Thanksgiving, and I’d spend the month of December soaking in their pages. But that didn’t happen. My books are still in boxes.

Boxes or no boxes, though, 2018 was still a good year of reading for me, if not a bit different and more complicated. I read more on Kindle. I listened to more audio books. I took longer breaks than planned. But at the end of the year, I look back with gratitude that God gave us the gift of language, the ability to write, and for all the writers who labored over every word to give the world a treasure.

Here’s what I read in 2018 in chronological order. First, the best. Then, the rest.

THE BEST

THE REST