Last year I made quite a pretty post about the year. This year I’ll … make an attempt.
Best book read in 2019? Fictional it’s Het achtste leven (voor Brilka), no doubt. I didn’t read as much as non-fiction as I would have liked; maybe something to turn into a resolution. For 2019 it’s definitely The Woo-Woo, even though I’m always weary about memoirs. Growth!
Then, to telly. I’ve reviewed ten (Netflix)shows, if you include some documentaries. Netflix will probably be an independent category soon. Most impressive documentary/non-series? Hannah Gadsby: Nanette. How comedy can hurt and educate, wow.
Rather stick to binge-able fiction? Derry Girls. Plenty of nineties nostalgia with a sprinkling of Irish history and teen girl madness. Delicious.
So, for 2020? 2019 was a pretty good year in books read: of the 83 I can remember the majority and I didn’t quit on too many of them. To be honest: all of this looks pretty good to me, so I’m just going to keep carrying on. Carry on.