A Year in Reading: Isabella Hammad

This year felt like a year in which I read poorly. Or at least my reading felt inconsistent, and punctuated by long passages in which I was unable to read at all. But now that I have drawn up a list, I seem to have read exactly 50 books, which isn’t too bad.

Some highlights:

I read by this summer inside a hot, nearly uninhabitable farmhouse on a couch frequented by ants, while everyone else was sitting outside being sociable and eating melon. Ginzburg narrates a few weeks ago. This one came into my hands with perfect timing, particularly the essay “Human Relationships.”