I wrote a blog post at the end of last year, titled Good Riddance to 2013. 2014 was a very strange year…
Of course, there were some great things. I had a month in Spain, some time in Sweden, multiple trips around the country to see both ballet and the Formula One.
There were some great things in with the bad!
However Russia’s invasion of Ukraine was a very personal thing for me – and for my family. From having our Ukrainian church here trashed, to the death threats our Ukrainian friends received nonstop, to the fact my own family members in Ukraine lost their homes and their livelihoods… To face a whole year of relentless propaganda against you and your kind is a horrible thing – all the more so because people were willing to believe the worst. The fact not a single person in the world seemed to give a damn about what Russia did and the thousands of people they killed really tested my faith in humanity. I was and always will be very angry about the whole situation.
My year was nowhere near as productive as it should have been. I’m hoping I can actually keep some resolutions in 2015, but life has a tendency to get in the way all too often.
On a better note, I went from being someone who really didn’t like cats, to raising stray kittens. Definitely not something I expected to ever happen.
I promised myself 2014 would be the year I read a lot of romantic suspense, but instead it became a year I read so much historical romance I didn’t have much time for any other genres. It was the year I read next to no straight contemporary stories, and I’m not entirely sure why.
I think I’ve become much more critical in my reading, and have become more and more aware of misogyny and offensive politics in women’s fiction genres. I find myself dropping books for things I wouldn’t have had a problem with before.
The historical romance genre is far from perfect, and the more extensive research I do about behaviours and dialogue of the times, the less tolerant I am of wallpaper romance. And yet I keep on reading the genre! My Best Of list for the year is mostly historical fiction.
However, I don’t think overall 2014 delivered me the best books. I wonder whether it’s really the books, or that I’M changing!
I don’t know what 2015 will bring, but it seems I shouldn’t have any plans, because nothing ever happens the way you expect.