Top Reads 2017

This year, I read 105 books, spanning fiction, non-fiction, and poetry.
Here are my top reads.

5/5
Sigil Magic - T.Thorn Coyle
The Butter Spirit's Tithe - Charles de Lint
Every Heart A Doorway - Seanan McGuire
The Most Wanted - Jacqueline Mitchard
Skylarking - Kate Midenhall
Orphan Train - Christina Baker Kline
The Year The Music Changed - Diane Thomas
How To Be Creative - Liz Dean
Night - Elie Wiesel
Upstream - Mary Oliver
Wyrd Sisters - Terry Pratchett
Cold Vein - Anne Tonner
The White Mountains - John Christopher
The Case Against Fragrance - Kate Grenville
Mythos - Stephen Fry
The Unexpected Truth About Animals - Lucy Cooke
The Rules of Magic - Alice Hoffman

4.5/5
Letters of Note - Shaun Usher
The Miracle Morning For Writers - Hal Elroy
Shanghai Tango - Jin Xing
The Mad Scientist's Daughter - Cassandra Rose Clarke
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - J K Rowling
Witches Abroad - Terry Pratchett
The Twelve Spoked Wheel Flashing - Marge Piercy
Dreams Underfoot - Charles de Lint
Wintersmith - Terry Pratchett
20 Master Plots - Ronald B Tobias

4/5
Fight Like A Girl - Clementine Ford
The Winter People - Jennifer McMahon
Bell, Book, and Murder - Rosemary Edghill
Prosperity Pie - Sark
The Green Bell - Paula Keogh
The Massacre of Mankind - Stephen Baxter
The Wonder - Emma Donahue
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Lottery - Shirley Jackson
The Uncommon Reader - Alan Bennett
Ritual Body Art - Charles Arnold
Lady Cop Makes Trouble - Amy Stewart
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets - J K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkeban
Maskerade - Terry Pratchett
The Boy At The Top of the Mountain - John Boyne
Mozart's Starling - Lyanda Haupt
Crow Planet - Lyanda Haupt
Beauty Queens - Libba Bray
The Brain That Changes Itself - Norman Doidge
Being Alone - Debi Hamilton
The Postman - David Brin
Beauty in Thorns - Kate Forsyth
The Woman on the Orient Express - Lindsay Jane Ashford
Agatha Raisin: Hiss and Hers - M C Beaton

Poem

You turn up again,
inhabiting my dreams as though you belong,
ruining a day at the zoo
with looming doom.
Why now, when I have a different life,
do you come forth like a bogeyman,
so that I wake and curse?
You squat in my hind brain,
a substitute for dread,
for tension, for eyes that say no.
I do not assume you are thinking of me,
the way you would assume
I am sending hexes your way
if you dreamed of me.
I look to my life to see where I am troubled,
and get my shit sorted,
as you never did.