Let's just lay our cards on the table, shall we, and agree that, on the whole, 2016 was an abysmal year. And I'd just like to personally invite it not to let the door hit it on the way out. This is me being as charitable as I can possibly be at this point. That said, I want to send a glorious shout out to the wonderful books that have come out this past year, and to all the authors (and readers) who have not given in to the anxiety, depression, anger, and fear that I know so many of us have felt throughout the past twelve months (or more). It is the last day of the year, and I have poured all of my gratitude (and hope for a better one to come) into my annual list of my favorite reads of the year. Just 17 this year. Fewer than the past few years, which indicates a healthy dose of necessary rereading in this year that has been what it was, as well as the fact that I just didn't get to as many new releases. Photo by @aamith (in the order in which I read them)