Before Nonfiction November started, I read 32 nonfiction books in 2015. This pleases me. I need fiction like nobody's business, but I want to be perceived as a nonfiction type. I don't know why; perhaps I need a bookworm shrink.
Anyway, here are some of the nonfiction books that stood out for me, in both senses of the phrase:
The Book of Margery Kempe.
I got off to a rocky start in 2015. Tried to read like it was 1439, and I was just... WTF? and...No.
The Talented Miss Highsmith.
A great, gossipy and snoopy biography that sometimes bordered on creepy. The biographer carries around a pair of Patricia Highsmith's Levis! There's a video on YouTube. I cannot judge because I would totally be all over clothing belonging to Katherine Mansfield or Sylvia Plath, given the opportunity.
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.
Oh, Marie Kondo. I could not have done that international move without you. Every time I fold an item of clothing, I thank you so hard.
The Millionaire Next Door.
So much interesting information, but dull, deadly prose, and all those tables! Reading this book was like kneeling in an ice-cold stream, panning for gold.
A fun biography of first cousins Eleanor Roosevelt and Alice Roosevelt Longworth. I am enjoying this trend of saucy biographers.