So here we are, finally, at the end of the longest year in recorded history. January feels like several decades ago, and still 2018 limps on, serving up bigger and bigger piles of political shit. Christ, we’ve done well to survive it.

But survive it we have, and I don’t know about you, but I only did so because I read a metric shit ton of books.

At the end of every year I like to take a wee while to look over the books I’ve read and take stock of the previous twelve months. This number is grow...