Favorite Words of 2015

Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 by Francine Prose. It's been a couple of months since I read this but I'm pretty sure I dreamt I was at the Chameleon Club last night. It was a fun read and has stuck with me.

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. I don't know that I would describe this book as a fun read but it was my favorite book of the year. I also loved this piece about it.

I read a lot of memoirs this year, all by women. Here are my favorites:
Solace of Open Spaces by Gretel Ehrlich
Blackout by Sarah Hepola
Harley Loco by Rayya Elias
How to Grow Up by Michelle Tea
Clothes, Clothes, Clothes : Music, Music, Music : Boys, Boys, Boys : A Memoir by Viv Albertine

The First Collection of Criticism by A Living Female Rock Critic By Jessica Hopper. Such good writing, this book made me a little jealous that I didn't write it. 

Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. I bought this book and it sat unread for a very long time. I knew it was going to make me cry. But, sometimes, you really need to cry. This book helped.

My friend, Andrea wrote this post for her 20th wedding anniversary. I didn't know it was going to make me cry. I should've known. Andrea's really good with words. And love. 

I turned 40 this summer and feel awesome about it. I'd just been thinking about all the bullshit that surrounds getting older when this showed up in my Facebook feed.

I love Harris Wittels. He made everything he worked on better and then he died earlier this year. Some of his words were a mantra of mine this year. 

These words, written by his sister, kill me. 

My favorite word of the year? I can't pick just one and but currently, if pressed, it's actually a latin phrase: Annu Mirabalis. It means wonderful or miraculous year and can be used to speak hopefully about the future. Annu Mirabalis.