Here’s the 2011 top ten. Because it’s my top ten, it has eleven books. Because it’s 2011. Eleven is such a nice number. You know.
Anyway, I can’t have the same number every year. I need to keep my readers on their toes. There could have been many more. Books. Not toes, unless we count them individually, since every extra reader ought to bring around ten when they join.
I was aiming for some sort of order of colour in this pile, but eleven isn’t enough. And rest assured, I didn’t choose my list according to colour of spine.
Whereas in the photo the books are rated by colour, I will list them here based on titles in alphabetical order. It’s an even year, and almost impossible to pick a ‘winner.’
Being Billy, Phil Earle
Bloodstone, Gillian Philip
Caddy’s World, Hilary McKay
Cat’s Paw, Nick Green
In the Sea there are Crocodiles, Fabio Geda
Life, an Exploded Diagram, Mal Peet
Outlaw, Stephen Davies
Return to Ribblestrop, Andy Mulligan
There is no Dog, Meg Rosoff
The Unforgotten Coat, Frank Cottrell Boyce
Wonder Struck, Brian Selznick
My rules are few. The books need to be from this year. I need to have loved them more than I loved many other excellent books. They need to have made me go ‘Yes!’ when reading them. Made me laugh or cry, or both, that little bit more than average. I’m also hoping to have at least partially avoided what someone was complaining about on facebook the other week, which is that recommended books often have very little to do with what children read. Or rather, since I don’t know what children actually read, that I’m not recommending books suitable for adults only.
If I’m to elevate one book above the others, it will have to be Fabio Geda’s Crocodiles. And it’s not even fiction. And it’s a translation.