The Best Reads of 2013

Last year I read 69 books, inspired by a recent blog post from the LibraryThing Blog, I'd like to share with you the best books I read last year. Despite a slow summer and a lot of genre fiction toward the end, I read quite a few really good books.

I started the year off on the right foot with On Writing, which I highly recommended to writers, but it wasn't one of the best; neither were Pagan's Crusade or Will in Scarlet, though I did buy them both for my brother. And even though I waxed on about how mind-blowing PostApoc was and how lovely Wives and Daughters turned out to be, they didn't make the list.

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
The love story of two young, terminally ill cancer patients. Tasteful and fun, despite everything. Captures youth of today, will be released as a movie in June and may become a classic in a few years. Very nearly perfect.

Favorite line:
“I've gotten really hot since you went blind.” 

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

Favorite lines:
"I say, sir," said the young man quite suddenly. "If you'd rather have the lower berth--easier and all that--well, it's all right by me."
A likeable [sic] young fellow.
"No, no," protested Poirot. "I would not deprive you--"
"That's all right--"
"You are too amiable--"
Polite protests on both sides.

The Assault by Harry Mulisch 
A book which asked a lot of questions without many answers, although the big question asked by the plot is answered at last at the very end. This novel feels like the ghost of something else, not shallow but a pale memory of something better and happier. Stunning.

The View from Castle Rock by Alice Munro
The story of storytellers, written by a not-terribly-well-known Nobel Laureate.
Favorite lines:
It must have meant something, though, that at this turn of my life I grabbed up a book. Because it was in books that I would find, for the next few years, my lovers. They were men, not boys. They were self-possessed and sardonic, with a ferocious streak in them, reserves of gloom. Not Edgar Linton, not Ashley Wilkes. Not one of them companionable or kind. 

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
The sort of whimsical tale that might be uninteresting to the general folk, but is such an interesting and beautiful book that any fantasy reader should try it.
Favorite lines:
 “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.” 

What were your favorites of 2013?