YEAR IN REVIEW ○ 2025

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, 2025 was, for the most part, a dark and dismal time. I realize I’ve said essentially the same thing for the last handful of years, but it’s starting to feel as if life is going, “Oh, I’m sorry—you thought that was bad? Hang on a second,” before proceeding to pile it on. It’s exhausting, frankly. I am exhausted.

But that’s so often the nature of life, isn’t it? A series of painful trials that we must endure in order to reach those agonizingly brief moments of respite and grace that remind us it’s all worth weathering in the end.

It was a dark year. I suppose my reading reflected a lot of that, intentionally or not. There is a lot of darkness in these pages—but, crucially, there is a hell of a lot of light, too.

These were the brief moments of respite and grace that made up my year:

LOVE AND LET DIE: JAMES BOND, THE BEATLES, AND THE BRITISH PSYCHE by John Higgs

There’s little I love more than unconventional nonfiction books that take vastly different subjects and manage to find the myriad of ways in which they not only connect, but are, actually, pretty much inextricable from one another. This book is the perfect exemplification of that conceit, and I enjoyed every page of it.

The central thesis of this volume (Bond = Death, Beatles = Love) is absolutely delicious, which is why I all but devoured it in just a couple of days. A perfect piece of pop punditry.

WITH A MIND TO KILL by Anthony Horowitz

Speaking of Bond, James Bond.

All due respect to Ian Fleming, but Anthony Horowitz may just be my favorite Bond writer. The man just exudes thrillers. Each of his 007 novels is better than the last, and it’s only appropriate that this, his last bow, turned out to be the most mature and layered of the lot. A magnificent end to a magnificent trilogy, and a fitting tribute to one of the most iconic characters in all of fiction.

THE HUMAN BULLET by Benjamin Percy

Benjamin Percy writes pitch-perfect pulp prose in the same vein as Ian Fleming and Richard Stark and his writing is among my favorite discoveries of the year.

HEAT 2 by Michael Mann, Meg Gardiner

The best movie I read all year. And I mean that in the most positive way possible. This was more cinematic and more thrilling than any film I managed to see this year. The raddest of stuff.

Y2K: HOW THE 2000S BECAME EVERYTHING by Colette Shade

All our shared millennial anger and resentment distilled into a short, eminently readable volume. I initially went into this for the vibes and nostalgia, but came out appreciative of its surprisingly nuanced takes on the politics of the era that, for better or worse, influenced, well, everything.

The new millennium vibes are still very much present, though. Recommend reading this while Moby’s “Porcelain” plays on a loop in the background.

SONGS FOR GHOSTS by Clara Kumagai 

This was just straight-up gorgeous and I sobbed through pretty much the last hundred pages of it. One of my first starred reviews for Booklist.

THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY by Patricia Highsmith

Tom Ripley is a fascinating, anxious little weirdo and I absolutely loved reading about him. Honestly surprised it took me so long to finally pick this up because it was so up my alley. Highsmith’s writing is flawless and impeccable, and I can’t wait to read more of her work. Heat 2 may be the most fun thing I read all year, but this was the best.

BENT HEAVENS by Daniel Kraus

A brutal, horrifying, genuinely unsettling story about the terrible lengths people will go to vilify what they don’t understand. This went nowhere I expected, and it is all the better for it. The best thing I picked up this Halloween season.

NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN by Cormac McCarthy

This is, of course, a famously bleak-as-hell narrative—though not without its charm. I actually found it quite funny at times. At others, profound. At others still, deeply disturbing. A very human, very haunting story. It’s haunting this human still. My first McCarthy. Probably not the last.

THE LAST DEVIL TO DIE by Richard Osman

Initially, I found the plot too meandering and all over the place, and it was on track to becoming my least favorite Murder Club mystery. But then we got to the halfway point—the literal heart of the story—and I could not stop bawling for the next handful of chapters, so obviously I ended up loving it.

Again, just some of the most beautiful characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering. What a gift they are. What a gift they’ve been.


HONORABLE MENTIONS

BROKEN DOLLS by Ally Malinenko

Another Booklist highlight. Will always be fond of properly creepy children’s horror, particularly when it refuses to talk down to its young audience. Great stuff.

MYSTERY JAMES DIGS HER OWN GRAVE by Ally Russell

Case in point! My friend Ally remains unstoppable. I am, of course, grossly biased, but genuinely one of my favorite writers.

AMPHIGOREY ALSO by Edward Gorey

Delightful, needless to say. We adore Edward Gorey in this house. 

YOU ARE NOW OLD ENOUGH TO HEAR THIS by Aaron Starmer

Yet another Booklist highlight. Weird and wild and wonderfully old-school. I enjoyed this middle grade throwback enormously.

SNOWED IN by Catherine Walsh

I read a handful of Christmassy romance books this holiday season and this one was my favorite. My mother has her hokey Hallmark movies and I have my corny Christmas rom-com books.


Here’s hoping there’s a lot more light in the coming year. I’ll be watching for it. 

See you on the other side. 

OCTOBER 2025

Hello. This was October.

“Universal Horror” by Stephen Graham Jones. A fun, quick read with a lot of eerie, urban legend vibes. I was into it. Again, I really need to read more SGJ. Perhaps a novel, even! One of these days perhaps!

Up to No Ghoul by Cullen Bunn, Cat Farris. It’s been a few years since I read the first book in this series and, to be perfectly honest, I had forgotten most of the particulars. I do remember really enjoying it, though—especially the art. I had much the same experience with this sanguinary sequel. Bunn’s writing is always effortlessly creepy and cozy, and Farris continues to impress with her dynamic imagery—her splash pages, in particular, are always spectacular. Charming, whimsical, and wonderfully illustrated. Delightful stuff.

“Ghostmakers” by Warren Ellis. More of a flash-fiction piece, really, Ellis excels at those. This was rad and fascinating and I wish it were a more proper, fleshed-out short story.

Classic Monsters Unleashed edited by James Aquilone. The only book I read from my admittedly overly ambitious TBR for this Halloween season. I may not have felt up to tackling big books this year, but I still very much wanted to read some short stories throughout the month. This turned out to be a really fun collection, and I was thrilled to see that many of the featured authors absolutely understood the assignment. There were some duds, of course, but that’s just the nature of anthologies. Mostly, though, it’s chock-full of very clever, captivating, and surprisingly subversive takes on the famous and familiar fictional fiends. Favorites: “They Call Me Mother” by Geneve Flynn, “Dreams” by F. Paul Wilson, “Blood Hunt” by Owl Goingback, “The Viscount and the Phantom” by Lucy A. Snyder, “Modern Monsters” by Monique Snyman, “Beautiful Monster” by JG Faherty, “The Nightbird” by Michael Knost, “Moonlight Serenade” by Gaby Triana, “Dead Lions” by Richard Christian Matheson, “Hacking the Horseman’s Code” by Lisa Morton, and “You Can Have the Ground, My Love” by Carlie St. George, “God of the Razor” by Joe R. Lansdale.

The Girl Who Cried Monster by R.L. Stine. My Goosebumps book for this season! It was okay! It’s a Goosebumps book! It does have one of my all-time favorite twists in the series, I think. Just delightfully schlocky. I usually watch the corresponding episode of the TV show, but I simply forgot this time around. I’ve seen it before, of course, and I remember thinking it was one of the better episodes—mostly due to some excellent make-up effects.

Bent Heavens by Daniel Kraus. A brutal and truly terrifying story about how far people will go to demonize what they don’t understand. This may ostensibly be a young adult novel, but some scenes are so relentless in their intensity that they disturbed me far more than much of the mature horror I’ve read over the years. This went nowhere I expected it and it’s all the better for it.

Birthday Party Demon by Wendy Dalrymple. Read this while at my nephew’s second birthday party, natch. I needed a palate cleanser after the intensity of Bent Heavens. A fun and harmless riff on the style of young adult horror that dominated the nineties. I enjoyed all the aesthetics and some of the genuinely unsettling scenarios. I also liked the inclusion—modest as it may be—of queer elements, something that certainly wouldn’t have been an explicit thing back in the nineties. And although Dalrymple wears her influences on the sleeves of her dELiA*s henley top, I was still surprised by the twist ending.

Scarewaves by Trevor Henderson. This was a blast. The Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark influence is palpable, and this reads like a slightly more focused take on that kind of collection of creepy tales. I do wish the connective throughline had been introduced earlier in the book, though—it would have gone a long way toward making it feel like a far more concrete and cohesive story, and less like an arbitrary assortment of spooky scenarios (fun as they are). That said, the true star here is Henderson’s artwork, which, as anyone who has followed his invariably viral online creations would expect, is delightfully unhinged.

“The McAlister Family Halloween Special” by Cameron Chaney. Super fun, super short story. Chaney is great at cozy-yet-consummately creepy horror. Great stuff.

“The Emissary” by Ray Bradbury. I’ve never really gelled with Bradbury’s style. It’s full of a certain grandiloquence and sentimentality that I mostly find superficial rather than sincere—which is tragic, because I know Bradbury is one of the most earnest writers of the twentieth century, but what can I tell you. So I was very much ready to shrug this story off—at least, until that rug-pull of an ending kind of blew me away. Deliciously creepy, but also very sweet in a macabre sort of way? I loved it, and sadly, I can’t say that about most of the Bradbury stories I’ve read.

Pumpkinheads by Rainbow Rowell, Faith Erin Hicks. Tradition dictates.

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And that was Halloween. A lot more subdued than previous years, to be sure, but I’m still glad I managed to read a decent amount of scary stories, despite the darkness.


BOOKS BOUGHT—A MYSTIFYING MELANGE:

  • Gates of Fire by Steven Pressfield
  • American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
  • A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis
  • Letters from a Stoic by Seneca
  • Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders
  • Scarewaves by Trevor Henderson
  • The Rose Field by Philip Pullman
  • The Haunted Looking Glass edited by Edward Gorey
  • Helloween by Duncan Ralston