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The Book of Vice: Very Naughty Things (and How To Do Them) by Peter Sagal
I made it. Barely. I finished up my 52nd book of the year, Peter Sagal's The Book of Vice, at about 7pm on December 31st during a train ride home from New York. To be honest, I knew I was cutting it close and was going to pick something, well, maybe with fewer than 250 pages and probably with lots of pictures--just to make sure I got there. I had, seriously, thought about picking up my wife's childhood copy of The Gas We Pass and knocking it out in ten minutes.
Once I started reading Peter's book, I breezed through it really quickly (it is a lot of fun and quiet interesting, too). So, for no particular reason or for with no significant meaning, it was the one to end this year-long quest...with less than five hours to go.
A few people have asked "How long will it be until you want to read another book?" The answer: today. While some might expect me to take some time off after burning out from so much reading, the truth is that I've always been a big reader. While my 2nd biggest book year was 42 books in 52 weeks, I rarely sink below 30.
So, that is done. You can read the entire list/process/obsessive chronicle here.





















