Not really a best of the year with salt

This is not really one of those end of year best lists as it relies solely upon my rubbish ability to recall what I have watched, read, listened to and thought for a whole year. So, instead I'll call it a "thing" - tada:

Keith Ridgway's Hawthorn and Child is my most memorable read of 2012. My review is here and I love that despite reading it in August I am still thinking about it in January.

Honourable mentions to Kerry Hudson's Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma which fair fizzes off the page, and Jenni Fagan's superb The Panopticon (review here).

2012 began with me adoring Nicki Minaj. She seemed poised to be the smartest, coolest rapper/singer/hip-hopper in the universe. But then… that didn't happen.

I don't know what I did before Spotify, making my own playlists makes me so damn happy. I surprised myself by listening to my "Beans. Cheese. Toast." playlist far more than "Hip Hop Happiness" or "Goodness". Turns out you can't beat damn fine pop. I did really like Mark Lanegan's "Blues Funeral" - it sounded proper. And I rediscovered my love of Pearl Jam.

Telly was Elementary, The Mentalist, Chicago Fire, Home and Away and Neighbours (always) and my absolute fave - Sons of Anarchy. Edit - Oh, and Homeland of course. I am ever so slightly obsessed  with how awesome Clare Dane's nose is.

I took these snaps on New Years Day when I went for a walk on Littlehampton Beach - it was a day bright with possibility and made me feel entirely content. I wish you all a wonderful 2013.