Looking through the list, it's not all doom and gloom. This year's favourites include Levitt's fantastically entertaining 'Freakonomics'; the bizarrely entitled 'Killing Yourself to Live' by Chuck Klosterman; Christopher Meyer's 'DC Confidential', which is like reading the best of Radio 4 politics, but with more bitching and Kate Mosse's 'Labyrinth', which actually lived up to the hype.
I also surprised myself by ploughing through Tariq Ali's 'The Clash of Fundamentalisms: Crusades, Jihads and Modernity' and promptly forgetting most of it. Ditto Bill Bryson's 'A Short History of Nearly Everything', though it is far and away the more entertaining of the two.
In the 'don't bother' pile, I'd stick 'The Blind Assassin', because even Margaret Atwood gets it wrong at times, anything by Michael Moore (I should have known better) and the intriguing but irritatingly flawed vampire novel 'The Historian' by Elizabeth Kostova.
I'm not sure what my goal is for 2007. This year's reading has been heavily slanted towards non-fiction and unfortunately most of the fiction I have read has disappointed, so I'd definitely like to read more good fiction.
With that in mind, I found Pratchett's 'Wintersmith' in my stocking this year. I wonder, if I start it today, but finish it erm, tomorrow, probably, does it count for 2007? Or perhaps it's more likely that I'll start it today and tonight's guests won't be fed on indeed spoken to...
Update: Erk, I've been rumbled and asked to clean things. I suppose I'll be starting the book in earnest tomorrow.