Listen, I know most people come out with their end-of-the-year wraps well before the year actually ends, but personally, I need a little bit more time to stew on things. This round especially needed extra time to marinate, because I’ll be honest, I was flip-flopping on the last one up until the very end.
Before we move on, I want to say that I don’t love this bracket design (sorry sarahslittleobsession, whoever you are, it’s not personal). Instead of having the middle books duke it out twice in this round, we’re just going to have three match-ups: the Jan-Feb winner vs. the Mar-Apr winner; the May-Jun winner vs. the Jul-Aug winner; and the Sep-Oct winner vs. the Nov-Dec winner.
Essentially, we’re skipping a bracket round as it’s designed here, but you’ll see why at the end. Don’t worry about it! Just enjoy the ride. And if you’d rather enjoy it on Substack, you can do so here:
ROUND TWO:

Orbital by Samantha Harvey vs. The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley
Ah, the classic conundrum: space travel vs. time travel. Orbital was such an ideal book to begin 2025 with, especially for me, coming off a hectic 2024. There was something so peaceful about feeling far removed from Earth and all its demands, and in being reminded of just how teeny tiny our little lives and dramas are in comparison to the big, beautiful universe. A quiet and contemplative read, Orbital was perfect for easing back into the January stratosphere.
The Ministry of Time, however, is on the opposite end of the spectrum. It’s a book that’s very much about being in the world, and the inclusion of characters from other times made the present moment feel vast and expansive and foreign without having to leave the planet. It feels reductive to say The Ministry of Time is just more exciting, but at the end of the day, it is! There’s intrigue, there’s romance, and there’s a provocation for the reader to consider their place in the world and what we owe to generations past, present, and future. The Ministry of Time advances, but with no less love for Orbital.

Good Morning, Midnight by Jean Rhys vs. Água Viva by Clarice Lispector
Interesting, interesting! These books have absolutely nothing to do with each other, and must therefore be assessed by other factors because they can’t be compared like two novels can. Good Morning, Midnight has a lot going for it that Água Viva does not: a plot, for example, and characters, and a strong sense of time and place—even if that sense is fallible and ultimately unreliable.
And yet!! When I think of Água Viva, I think of a fire burning in my brain. I read both of these books in one sitting while traveling, but Água Viva is the one I came back to for seconds. Água Viva is the one I went to the bookstore to buy so I could underline it on my second read, which is something I almost never do. There was an urgency, an authenticity to Lispector’s searching that utterly possessed me. Água Viva moves forward!

I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman vs. On the Calculation of Volume III by Solvej Balle
I find this pairing incredibly upsetting, because if you asked me to just list my top ten books of the year, all of the On the Calculation of Volume books would probably be on that list. But to pit just one of them against I Who Have Never Known Men, of all other books I read this year! Life isn’t fair.
Alas, one must be the victor. I remain deeply, deeply obsessed with the On the Calculation of Volume series, and will continue proselytizing to all of my bookish friends until we are a cult big and important enough to demand and receive a midnight indie bookstore release party for all subsequent volumes.
However.
It feels unfair to weigh the entire series against I Who Have Never Known Men. That’s not what’s in the bracket! And if we’re going off the merits of the individual book as a standalone, I don’t think Volume III holds up. I Who Have Never Known Men has an equal, if not greater amount of originality, and yet its strength is in being contained to this single volume. While we hold onto hope for answers in Volume IV, we know that answers are never coming for I Who Have Never Known Men, and we’re left to reckon with that not-knowing. The not-knowing is the point, and the not-knowing is what’s so haunting. With a conflicted heart, I Who Have Never Known Men advances to the finals.
Do you see now why it would’ve been silly to stick to the bracket as it was designed? It would’ve eliminated a round anyway, because it would’ve reduced the semifinals to just two books instead of four. This way is better because I say so.
Anyway, stay tuned for the final round tomorrow, which is just a little mini pyramid ranking the top three. I’m ready to put 2025 behind us and I’m sure you are too, but in the meantime, I hope you find some inspiration for your 2026 reading.
Until then, thanks for hanging and happy reading!
❤ Catherine
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