Someday I'll write a better piece on how 2010 has been for me. Suffice it to say that it has been a great year: I learned so many things and matured in so many ways. Which is not to say that I already know a lot in life; clearly I still have a long way to go, and to call myself mature is to make a mockery of those who truly are. But, like many of you, I'm excited with whatever it is that 2011 holds. Each year, after all, is an opportunity God gives us to know Him more, to experience His grace, and to honor Him with whatever it is we do, be it our work or study (1 Corinthians 10:31).
Now I'm going to enumerate the books I was able to read, not to brag about them--because, really, the fact that I had read a number of non-medical books means that I sacrificed valuable time otherwise spent studying, and that's no reason to be proud, I tell you--but to document them. My memory fails me, and if I don't list them down, I might just forget them. Books have also been helpful tools for my growth, both spiritually and intellectually. And this year has given me the chance to read excellent works of people I have come to admire. It was, for example, Dietrich Bonhoeffer who taught me to sacrifice my all for Christ, and St. Augustine who showed me a deep and deepening passion for God. I also enjoyed works of literature; they make the best entertainment because, unlike TV shows, books allow me to imagine with the authors.
Like other bloggers, I'm listing down the top 10 best books I read (in full) this year.
It's a Saturday morning, and although I have a big exam next week—I always do—I find myself lost to 
. It's novel about a day in the life of Henry Perowne, a neurosurgeon. I had read the book before I entered Medicine, and I loved it, as with all McEwan's works. To me, this book is special because it paints an intriguing portrait of the life that would possibly resemble mine in the near future—not necessarily of a neurosurgeon but of a physician. 
I'm a follower of Karsten Piper's site, A Poetry Feed. Many times a week he does audio recordings of poems he likes; he also happens to teach literature, so he has trained senses for the really good pieces. This is just as well because poems are meant to be read aloud. And if they don't sound good when you hear them, something is problematic—at least, according to Prof. Carlos Aureus, one of my favorite UP English teachers.
