My reading output has greatly diminished in recent years. I intend to fix that. Until then, here are the best books I read in 2013:
"The Lowland," by Jhumpa Lahiri. This got off to a slow start, but I finished it yesterday in an epic five-hour stretch. Lovely.
"Telegraph Avenue," by Michael Chabon. I would never call his writing "beautiful," but that’s only because it’s the wrong word. Every single sentence is perfectly put together. Phenomenal characters.
"Stories," by Alice Munro. The final four stories are generally autobiographical, the first she’s ever written in that vein. They are absolutely wonderful. She’s a master (and Nobel knows it).
"Life," by Keith Richards. This was so fun to read; I only wish it had come out sooner.
"Wild," by Cheryl Strayed. I really enjoyed this. I do not enjoy the meta conversation about it. Good for her for completing her epic trek.
Honorable mention: “Iodine,” by Haven Kimmel. Dark. Weird. Good.