Last July, I made a deal with myself: No more books until you’ve finished the ones you’ve already got. I’d recently got into a bad habit of picking up one book, reading a few chapters and then swapping it for another, only the first thirty or so pages creased at the corners where I hadn’t had a bookmark. In all walks of life, leaving ends incomplete like that isn’t my forte so I decided enough was enough – the number of books I’d partly-thumbed or hadn’t read, rapidly outweighing those that I had. I’m in no way a fast reader, nor do I much enjoy critiquing them but I wanted to write about the books I’d read on my blog somehow so I decided…