November was my mystery month. I was hoping that would mean some pleasantly nice, pulpy reads, so of course instead I ended up reading lengthy experimental semi-crime novels. Well, at least one of them was all of the above. But still, let's sum up.
October 2017: in summary
In a year where I manage to average more than 10 books a month easily, October was abysmal. In part, mammoth books I started and got stuck in are to blame (see also Liu Cixin and overlong Connie Willis); in part, I worked a lot, and when I wasn't working, I was often too tired …
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