365 days just aren’t enough. Another year has gone by, and yet here we sit with books on our TBR shelves that we fully intended to read and… never picked up. As we humbly brag about the best books we read this year, we secretly mourn the ones we didn’t. Here, Bookish staff members share the books they regret not reading in 2016.
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I have no excuse for this one. I love Leigh Bardugo, I love YA fantasy, I love how stunning the design of the hardcover is, and yet… I have not started reading. Perhaps it’s because I know that once I begin reading, this book will utterly captivate me. It may even destroy me (or at least give me one hell of a book hangover). Six of Crows deserves my full attention, and I plan on giving it just that in 2017. —Kelly
I love falling into Karl Ove Knausgaard’s writing and emerging, half-dazed, several hours later. Every time I pick up one of the books in his My Struggle series, I get a little obsessive about it. That’s why it’s particularly strange that I didn’t get around to book three this year. I had every intention of diving in, but somehow it’s already December, and I still haven’t read it. Where did 2016 go??—Elizabeth
I really wanted to finish the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman this year. I started reading it a couple of years ago and, like so many other people, was immediately sucked in by the art, the characters, and the stories. I’ve only read the first five collections and would have loved to complete it this year. This is such a vast blend of new mythologies and classic tales, and a masterful weaving of dream and reality. I can’t wait to finish it! —Kristina
I have never read a Maggie Nelson book. Friends have recommended Bluets, The Red Parts, and of course The Argonauts, but I have yet to read a single sentence of hers. Ridiculous! I must amend—and will, soon! The Argonauts, from 2015, is the book I most regret not reading this year. It sounds fascinating, one-of-a-kind, brilliant. And I like to read books that take me out of my own gender and ways of seeing the world. Reading a book about or from a Midwestern male who likes sports and literature (a guy like me) is not how I prefer to spend my reading time. The Argonauts—about pregnancy, motherhood, marriage, fluid identities, female desire, other kinds of desire—sounds like something that would move me a good ways beyond my self. —Phil
My biggest regret is not having yet had the chance to read the new novel from Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians. Somehow things have not aligned so I can give it the due attention and time her incandescent prose demands. I intend to rectify this over the Christmas break. —Stuart
In general, I feel like my time for reading is so limited, and that is my biggest regret. Every year, I say I’ll read more, and it falls into the same category as getting to the gym! As for books, my biggest reading regret for 2016 is a book that my brother-in-law gave me, but I let others get in front of it. The premise is that historical societies—going back 11,000 years—have all risen and fallen based on their relationship with weapons, disease, and metalworking. I promise to get this one done in 2017! —Fran
My reading regret for 2016 is that I didn’t have enough time to read period, or rather that I didn’t set enough time aside to read. I still haven’t completely read the Bible. I keep starting and getting halfway through before stopping. I hope 2017 is the year I start and finish it. Then I’ll move on to the Koran. —Barbara
My best friend and I have been rereading the Harry Potter series together, and it’s reminded me of how much I love J.K. Rowling’s plotting. She plants clues subtly and far in advance, cleverly diverting the reader’s attention while she sets up her big reveals. I finally picked up a copy of The Cuckoo’s Calling last January, and have been saying all year that I was going to read it. Lo and behold, the year is ending and it’s gone unread. I won’t make the same mistake in 2017. —Kelly
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I live and breathe narrative nonfiction, and (as Bookish readers who haunt our Friday Reads posts know) I have a particular love of storm books. Everyone and their mother has recommended this book to me, including my own mother. Repeatedly. Let’s hope 2017 is the year! —Elizabeth