I love my little ritual of writing this blog, as it gives me a way to look over the year in full. Coffee, truffles (Christmas present), memories. I read a book title and remember who lent it to me, or where I read it, or what a friend responded when I told them that I loved or hated it. Here's the book that I read walking on the streets of Toronto in July; here's the book I read to my partner in the bath, tears running down my face; here are the four books I borrowed from my friend's shelves whi...