It was really strange looking back at the books I’ve read in 2019. This year was the year I stepped outside my comfort zone and my usual genre. I’m not sure if this was to avoid a burn out in an attempt to keep my brain fresh and not fully immersed in the same kind of stories I like to write.
Because of this, I rarely had a book slump. I mean, I have a whole backlist of Stephen King I can go through. His book 11/22/63 cemented him in my head as one of my favorite authors and I’m slowly building my SK bookshelf.
Jewel Ann’s book, Perfectly Adequate gave me all the feels and laughs plus one of my favorite heroines I’ve read this year. Proof is that I remember the heroine’s name—Dorothy Mayhem— while I forgot the hero’s.
Another book that gave me all the feels was Jill Shalvis’s book, Rainy Day Friends. This book was perfect in every sense. More than women’s fiction, it had a central romance that was swoony and believable in the way it developed.
It was hard to choose a favorite J.D. Robb or Kendra Elliot book since I’ve read several of their books in the same series this year—many of them five stars.
I was doubtful I would like Where The Crawdad’s Sing by Delia Owens because I wasn’t in the mood to read women’s fiction then, but I was drawn into the words and listened to it on audio soon after reading it. The setting itself was a character.
Other books by Neil Gaiman, Karin Slaughter, Claire Kent and LJ Shen made my favorites this year.