Far from the 5o book challenges I have done in the past, below is the list of 26 books from 2008/2009 that I never had the time to even glance at let alone read.  With two children and ever-increasing list of work duties, 26 books seems way more realistic than 50.

And so, the list for 2010:

Atmospheric Disturbances by Rivka Galchen

Await Your Reply:  A Novel by Dan Chaon

The Believers by Zoe Heller

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind by William Kamkwamba

Brooklyn by Colm Toibin

Chronic City by Jonathan Lethem

The City and The City by China Mieville

Columbine by Dave Cullen

Come, Thou Tortoise by Jessica Grant

Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned by Wells Tower

A Gate At the Stairs by Lorrie Moore

The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson

Home by Marilynne Robinson

Hurry Down Sunshine by Michael Greenberg

Juliet Naked by Nick Hornby

Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann

Lit: A Memoir by Mary Karr

The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters

Master Pip by Lloyd Jones

Netherland by Joseph O’Neill

A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick

Stitches: A Memoir by David Small

The Thing Around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Too Much Happiness by Alice Munro

Why Your World Is About To Get A Whole Lot Smaller by Jeff Rubin

The Year of The Flood by Margaret Atwood

Meet me on the other side, will ya?  I’m kind of glad to be back.

And then I thought of Books Not Blogs, because I was making a concentrated effort to move away from my old blog where I talked more about parenting and friends and how my anxiety makes me feel and blah diggity boring blah.  That blog had run its course, and I was sick of seeing myself reflected back in the sporadic posts.  I wanted instead to return to the one thing that I had never grown tired of with that blog:  the books.  I had started a 50 book challenge at one point a few years ago, and it had truly enriched my life.  I remembered what falling in love with a book was like.

Back to the name of this blog.  In the end The Book Table won, namely because it was available and didn’t sound too precious.

And here we are again.   Blogging about books.

It’s good to be home.