I read 50 books in 2015. Here are my favorites:
The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins. The best thriller I’ve read in years – and very possibly ever read. Not only is it written with a compelling style and pace that drove me on, even when I should have been sleeping or doing other things, but Hawkins manages skillfully what so many authors are scared to try: an unreliable narrator and an unlikable protagonist. Recommended without qualification to all thriller readers, and most thriller writers. Better than GONE GIRL; better than GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO.
Personal, Lee Child. Reacher at his best: up against serious threats, untangling a deep mystery that only gets deeper, where the stakes are (as the title implies) personal. A modest amount of verbose description – about the level you should expect from a Lee Child novel.
A Head Full of Ghosts, Paul Tremblay.
HEAD FULL OF GHOSTS
BLACK AS MY TOAST
I’D NEVER LIE
I LIKED THIS THE MOST
(it really is good)
The Power of the Dog, Don Winslow. A broad, sweeping crime saga that packs in more drama than The Godfather, by virtue of the film-treatment terseness of its narrative. You will have no trouble visualizing exactly what’s happening as you turn each page. I kept waiting for the cocky, conversational style to get tired, but it never happened.