And the four* last books of 2014, all of which I enjoyed extremely. And, as we all know, that’s the only thing that matters.
In 2014 I read 53 books; 27 of them in Hungarian, 16 in German and 10 in English. The one I liked the best was Walter M. Miller Jr.’s Lobgesang auf Leibowitz (A Canticle for Leibowitz). The one that has filled me with rage against all things religion was Die Hütte (The Shack) by William Paul Young.
* plus the bonus book on the top of the pile, about baggers and stuff, courtesy of Milo
my whole life the past years, I have now an exact plan for 2015 regarding reading. These are the books I was keeping separate since years but somehow I’ve just never got to them. But now! I am determined to Read All The Things! Plus the additional mysteries and detective novels, haha.