2016 in 100 Books—because the real world's been an absolute shitshow

Finishing things. It’s difficult, isn’t it?

Starting is always easy. Ideas come to you in the bath, in bed, in middle of a conversation with someone you should be listening to. You scrabble for a notepad, and BOOM. A start.

But the finish. The finish is ethereal. Untouchable. Seen only through a forest of struggle and stamina.

I am famously quite rubbish at finishing things. Sometimes I can’t even finish a sentence without starting the next one. My head runs off before my mouth and can catch up, an...