I have likely read more this year than I ever have in my life, which is, I’m guessing over ten books in one year. Sure that is less than the average illiterate eight-year-old, but for this guy, it was good. Titles in italics. Authors in parenthesis. Here goes.

Books that weren’t as good as everyone said they were: Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom). The Case for Christ (Lee Strobel).

Books that were a good read: Breaking Back (James Blake). Atheist Universe (David Mills). I forget the title and author, but it was an autobiography of a dude from Manipur, India.

Books that I didn’t have to read to know they sucked: Harry Potter (some drugged up British hippy). Anything on Oprah’s Book Club (chummmmmp)

Book of the Year: Gandhi: An Autobiography, The Story of My Experiments with Truth. (Mohandas Gandhi) I have yet to finish this book. I am actually less than 100 pages in, but so far it is great. I have never been so excited about a book before. So excited, in fact, that I bought it. The guy is smart. Likely the smartest guy in the past… ever. His words are so filled with wisdom, that each chapter, which are usually only two or three pages long, gives me something that I get to think about for the rest of the day. I really recommend it.

Book of Next Year?: I’m working on it. I’m about thirty pages in. It’s hard.