There was a time I’d read 50 books a year. I can’t seem to do that anymore. In 2024, I read 33 books. Of those, 11 were rereads (in most cases, it had been decades since I last read them). Only six titles earned my 5-star review, but only one got a 1-star review. Let’s start with the bad.

The Fabric of Our Souls by K.M. Moronova was not what I expected it to be. For some reason, I started the book believing it was going to be some existential book about finding a deeper meaning, but instead i...