I was going to write one of those blog posts about how fabulous/horrible my  year was but I chickened out at the last moment for three reasons. First, it’s so cliché, isn’t it? Second, it seems awfully narcissistic. It involves quite a bit of navel-gazing that I honestly can not muster at this point in time with a straight face. I really am tired (and I figure you are too) of the sound of my voice (so to speak). So I decided to do something different. From the title you can figure it out. If you did not read any book last year, you can close this page right now. If you did, riddle me this. Of all the books you read in 2011, if you could recommend only one book for me to read in 2012, which would it be? Personally, I’d recommend The Screwtape Letters and The Book Thief. Screwtape Letters because it made me more aware of my unique failures and weaknesses in my Christian life. The Book Thief because it resonated …