Goodreads 2013 By the Numbers: An Infographic

It's been another great year for Goodreads. Not only did we nearly double in size from 13 million members to 25 million members, 294 million books were added, 28 million trivia questions were answered, and lots of interesting authors joined our community of passionate readers. In celebration, we've together our annual infographic of big milestones for 2013. What was the most popular book of 2013? What was the most popular quote? How many pages were read? Our year-in-review infographic has all this and more!
Wishing you all a wonderful 2014—filled with lots of new books to discover and devour!
[Updated infographic to show correct number of 20 billion pages read in 2013]
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Maybe it would also highlight the need of a system feature that enables users to tag content (and books!) with their language :)



I can only imagine what goals will be exceed in 2014! Way to go and keep up the good work.


“Okay I be tellin’ ya my story. One time when I was young,
I was rich as Croesus. I had me six fine, fat, juicy Bitches and they
Wasn’t no ho’s neither. None of my womens had to work. Just lay
Back, fuck, and look pretty.”
“Tell me about the Bitches, Mr. Joe,” askedTyrone.
“Oh, they was the finest pussy this side ofMississippi.
Big, black, and juicy as goddamn Georgiapeaches. They was horny as cats in heat,
too. They loved the hell, out of they ol’Daddy Joe.
“Mr. Joe,” said Tyrone, “How you gone tell me
you wasn’t no pimp, Where you git’ the money!”
Well, I got somethin’ kind of weird to tellya’. But I
wants to tell ya’ I ain’t no goddamned headcase.
Tyrone, I had me this old, brown mule, thename of Sugar.
And when I would hold up her tail and itwas time to go,
she shat diamonds. Big, beautiful diamonds,and nothin’ else.
Then the old Bitch died on me, and I didn’thave nothin’ no mo’.
Lost the mansion and the Bitches, too. Aint no woman gonna fuck with no po’ ass man.You, believe me, son?”
Tyrone paused and looked directly at oldJoe.
“Sho’, I believes ya, Mr. Joe. It was some damned Bad Ass
Luck. Mr. Joe, why you aint come home wit’ me for dinner?
ham, grits, greens and biscuits. You like peach cobbler? Mr. Joe,”
said Tyrone. Why aint ya’ come home wid’ me fo’dinner?”
Mr. Joe replied, “Boy, you don’t know me like that. How I know
You aint poison me, or some shit?”
Then Tyrone smiled, and said, “My gram’s a God fearin’, high yella
Gal and she got ass for miles and she aint had none in twenty years.
And she fine, Mr. Joe. Real fine.
“Boy, why you aint tell me this befo’? Give me my cane and
let’s git to steppin’,” said old Joe.
And they walked off into the sunset,
And Tyrone turned to the old man, and said,
“See, Mr. Joe, I do know you like that.”
And he smiled real hard like the goddamned
morning sun
LlFE AINT NO MAGICAL THING
Life aint no magical thing, son.
‘Ya think it glisten,
‘ya think it flash like teeth at midnight,
or sparkle like a damned diamond on a fat bitch’s neck?
It aint nothin’ but time and a half,
And a 401K.
Dollars is mo’ powerful than blood, son.
‘Ya got yo’ body, Ty,
God done give it to you.
But you aint got no money, son.
God aint gone give you that.
‘Ya got to fuck ‘wid the devil to ‘git that.
Every day of yo’ natural life.
‘Ya got to serve someone.
‘Git me, motherfucker?

Mu third book is Poems of Thunder, Noir & Whimsy, terse, startling poems of tainted love.



Yay for reading!

