Last year, I read almost exclusively fiction. Now, I haven’t actually gone back and calculated, but it feels like I read a higher percentage of fiction last year than in prior years. I did read some nonfiction, but those books were few and far between.
Ever since the start of 2018, I’ve had an insatiable appetite for nonfiction. Now, I have read some fiction—by my count, three out of the ten books I’ve completed so far have been novels—but by and large, nonfiction has been holding my interest. Two of the books I’m currently working on are nonfiction, as are most on my to-read list.
I’m not saying I’ll never read fiction again. I’m looking forward to a certain novel’s release later this year (Thrawn: Alliances), so much so that I’m actually counting down the days. But I do wonder what a year of (mostly) nonfiction would be like. Maybe I’d be all nonfiction-ed out by December—though I certainly would have learned a lot, that’s for sure.