2018: A Year of Words


It’s been my habit, over the past few years, to keep a list of books I’ve read.I’ve shared the list here, too, but only in the most cursory of ways.Tacked on the end of my Monthly Making Updates, they’re mere laundry lists.Now that the year is finished and the list complete, I have a funny urge to subdivide and quantify that list.I’ve found myself counting up how many fiction v. non-fiction I’ve read.Or, how many books I read each month.

As I’ve spent a few weeks thinking back over my year, I’ve expanded that examination to all the different words that make up my year: the ones I consume and the ones I produce. I feel prodded to parse them. I’m curious about them. Curious about what they say about my year. So, if you’ll indulge me, I’ve got a bit of quantifying and categorizing to share.



A little investigation tells me that I posted 131 times to Instagram in 2018.  It surprises me that it was this few, especially since 70 of these posts are Scrap Basket Improv blocks.  That’s a far narrower view into my creative life than I’d imagined.  I think it speaks to my evolving relationship with the app, and social media in general.  I still have a strong desire to connect.  Sometimes it feels like Instagram is a wonderful place to do that.  Other times, it just makes me feel disjointed and fragmented.  In mid-December I slipped away again to give myself a little breathing room.  I haven’t yet decided how long that will last.



Conversely, I was surprised to find how many journal entries I had written in 2018.  Granted, 89 isn’t an inordinate number.  It means I wrote less than once every three days.  In reality, there were stretches of weeks when I didn’t write at all.  That’s why I would have guessed that number far lower.  It’s a pleasant surprise to find that those days when I did take a few minutes to write a bit did add up.  And, it makes me that much more motivated to be writing throughout this year.  Glancing back through these entries is immensely rewarding.

(As an aside—I use the app Day One for my journal.  I have been a long time paper journal devotee and was shocked, when I gave this app a very skeptical try a few years ago how very much I enjoy it.)



Total books read: 63

Though I’ve shared them all, I want to particularly recommend a few of my reads from this year. But, I want to make a little disclaimer first.  It should be noted that I am basically a prude when it comes to my media consumption.  I make no apology for that.  I put down scores of books because I run into things I just don’t want to read.  Having said all of that, there are a few books on this list that have some language or a little bit of sexual reference in them.  Nothing gratuitous, certainly.  But, if you have similar prudish tendencies, I’ve noted these below as best as I remember.  Even with the disclaimer I think they’re worth recommending.  Upon completion of these books I immediately was on the hunt for someone, anyone to press the book upon and coerce them into enjoying it.


The Soul of an Octopus by Sy Montgomery

The first thing you need to understand about this book is that it’s not really about octopuses.  Sure, there are plenty of the squishy mollusks in the book.  And, there is a healthy discussion of our scientific understanding of them.  But, this book is really about what it is to extend ourselves.  I walked away from this book believing that if we, as human beings, can extend some part of ourselves to something as alien as an octopus, perhaps there is hope for our communities yet.

The Lost City of Z by David Grann

It doesn’t seem like a hard sell: the story of a legendary British explorer who walks into the Amazon in 1925 and never walks out.  But, really, it was far outside anything I typically read. Before picking up this book I’d never heard of Percy Fawcett or considered how the world of early twentieth century exploration worked.  Once immersed in this story, though, I wanted to know everything about it all.  I love a book that takes me places I had no idea I wanted to go.

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

I know you have already heard of this book.  I know you’ve already been told you should read it.  But, I’ll add my accolades to the mountain because I think you should read it.  The world it reveals is frustrating but the force of the women who operated in that world is inspiring.

Becoming Wise by Krista Tippett

This book walked into my life at precisely the right moment.  I needed its calm, thoughtful musings.  I listened to it as I meandered through fields in Northern England and in my room as I fitted seams together.  I took it slow with this one—pausing to think and absorb.  I strongly suggest listening to the audiobook because it includes the original audio of several interviews.  My soul feels a little bigger just thinking back on the time I spent with this book.

The Undoing Project by Michael Lewis.

If I had only one word to describe this book it be fascinating.  It tells a fascinating story of intriguing people doing compelling science, played out in a dramatic setting.  And it’s all real.  It was one of those books where I kept stopping to harangue whoever was in the vicitinity with random facts that began with “did you know . . . “.  Sometimes what followed was the counterintuitive result of a psychology experiment.  Sometimes it was a bit of Israeli history. All of it was fascinating.


Everyone Brave is Forgiven by Chris Cleave

I have unintentionally read very heavily in the World War II era lately.  A great deal of that is due to my readings to get to know Poland better.  And, a great deal of that is because there are a lot of great books set in that time period.  This one definitely qualifies as the latter.  I found the writing beautiful and the characters compelling.  I appreciated that, while it’s relatively sheltered from the harshest of war’s realities, everything is not packaged into a neat and tidy fabrication of war.

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford

There is a great deal of misogyny and snobbery inherent in the fact that the term sentimental is leveled as a criticism in many literary circles.  I just don’t have time for that.  When I tell you that this book is sentimental, I mean it as a recommendation.  It was a gentle, sweet read and I enjoyed nestling into the comfort of it.  Which is not to say that it avoids real issues.  Internment camps, immigrant experience in America, and family expectations are only a few of the things it takes on.  It does it, though, inside a beautiful story about the things people find and the things they loose.

The Sunny Side by A.A. Milne

The Winnie the Pooh books were a staple in our read aloud years.  But, as ardently as I love those stories, it never occurred to me to look up what else Milne might have written.  It was only once I stumbled upon this book at a used book sale that I discovered  that he was a humorist and essayist for adults.  Some of these pieces are a little stilted now, a century out of historical context.  But most of them hold up remarkably well.  They are charming and feel like a welcome relief after some of the heavier books I took on this year.  I particularly loved “The Enchanted Castle” and “Common”.

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

This may be the book that has hung around my mind the most from the last year.  It’s topical, I suppose.  But that’s not why it stuck with me.  I think it did because it seemed true.  Difficult and uncomfortable, certainly.  But, also, true.  I find it particularly valuable because it is a truth outside of my experience.  I’m not suggesting that I understand the truth of intercity life and police shootings by reading a book.  But I am saying that I appreciate this book for opening a window into that truth for me.  (And also, for being achingly beautifully written).

*It does contain quite a bit of language, but all appropriate to the story.  There is also a bit of sexual reference.

Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders

I realize that this book is not for everyone.  It is experimental.  It is odd.  For me, it all worked.  I found the format intriguing and the story compassionate.  This was a book that made me feel more human, which is the highest praise I can give.

*It does contain some language and sexual references.

We Were the Lucky Ones by Georgia Hunter

I love this book because it’s the most comprehensive piece of fiction I’ve read in terms of the breadth of experience of Jews in Poland during World War II.  It follows the story of one family from Radom, Poland with five grown children.  The author’s grandfather’s family, as it happens.  It is, inevitably heartbreaking.  But, so, so informative.  The story is well written and riveting. I flew through this book, unwilling to put it down.


A Year of Blog Posts

And, last, a little review of what I’ve written here at Unhurried Steps over the course of the year.  I find it an interesting comparison which posts were the most popular and which were my own favorites.  I’m not at all surprised that there is no overlap between the two.

I’ve included both lists here for your perusal, if you’re so inclined.  If you have an entirely different favorite from the year I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.

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