- Matheson, Richard — I Am Legend (161 pages)
- McCarthy, Cormac — No Country for Old Men (307 pages)
- Dexter, Gary — Why Not Catch 21?: The Stories Behind the Titles (213 pages)
- Ryman, Geoff — 253 (366 pages)
- Wyndham, John — The Day of the Triffids (267 pages)
- Kurkov, Andrey — Death and the Penguin (228 pages)
- Chesterton, G.K. — Orthodoxy (183 pages)
- Gibbs, Christopher H., ed. — The Cambridge Companion to Schubert (334 pages)
- Sendak, Maurice — Where the Wild Things Are (48 pages — though only 1 page will count towards my tally)
- Hurston, Zora Neale — Their Eyes Were Watching God (215 pages)
- Clarke, Arthur C. — Rendezvous With Rama (245 pages)
- Clarke, Arthur C. — The City and the Stars (246 pages)
- Chesterton, G.K. — The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare (205 pages)
- Tepper, Sheri S. — Beauty (468 pages)
- Slawson, Douglas J. — Ambition and Arrogance: Cardinal William O'Connell of Boston and the American Catholic Church (186 pages)
- Belloc, Hilaire — The Great Heresies (166 pages)
- Waugh, Evelyn — Brideshead Revisited (326 pages)
- Rawicz, Slavomir — The Long Walk: The True Story of a Trek to Freedom (278 pages)
- Junger, Sebastian — The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men Against the Sea (309 pages)
- Seth, Vikram — An Equal Music (486 pages)
- Dubus III, Andre — House of Sand and Fog (351 pages)
- Kurkov, Andrey — Penguin Lost (251 pages)
- Bradbury, Ray — Dandelion Wine (247 pages)
- Bradbury, Ray — Farewell Summer (209 pages)
- Doran, Jamie and Piers Bizony — Starman: The Truth behind the Legend of Yuri Gagarin (241 pages)
- Makine, Andreï — A Life's Music (106 pages)
- Barnes, Julian — A History of the World in 10½ Chapters (307 pages)
Page count: 6707.
First, I need to clear something up, for all those who react as the store clerk earlier this week did when he questioned, "What, a history of the whole world in only ten and a half chapters?" This is not a history book. I'm not sure, actually, how to classify it. I keep seeing it referred to as a novel, but it most certainly isn't a novel, either. I would call it a collection, perhaps a collection of writings (with a fold-out picture close enough to the center that one might even call it a centerfold).
A certain theme or subject and a running gag appear in each unit, loosely binding the various writings together. Some of the writings are complete fiction, others are not; some are fiction fashioned after historical events. The half chapter is a meditation on love. The most fascinating chapter is an art critique of a Géricault painting.
The stories and essays are enjoyable. Most importantly, Barnes has something to say. I don't agree with everything he says, but I found his opinions and thoughts engaging.