My Best of 2012

Oh yeah, that’s right:

 

 

I can’t write end-of-the-year lists.

 

 

Everything’s good and everything’s bad and I feel ashamed for all the books that should be on such a list but will inevitably be overlooked because, these days, I’m swimming in books and can barely tell the difference between a book’s spine and my own.

 

I’m spineless. So what.