As I spent the greater part of the year immersed in technology and finance books, I would now go through December intensely, reading things I would not usually read for my work. And the experience is actually more negative than I expected, even though I would enjoy a few fantasy novels. Still, then I would veer into the unknown, and last year I found this book, The Singapore Grip, by J. G. Farrell, really dull.
So this year, I will detail three books I did not enjoy, but I suspect some readers of my blog might find them worth reading.
1) I'm not lazy, I'm in energy-saving mode by Dancing Snail
This book's success is probably based on a single idea. Introverts read, but introverts are not as valued in the real world as extroverts. So let's make introverts feel good about themselves.
I finished this book in one day because it's mostly pictures and someone sharing inane thoughts. South Koreans are so stressed that a particular genre of cosy self-help is emerging to save some stressed workers from the toxic cultures they are stuck in.
Authors in Korea can make a lot of money by simply telling everyone it's okay to be like that.
Maybe the working title of my next book should be My PSLE grades are shit, but I also want to eat Chwee Kueh.
2) To the Moon by Jang Ryu Jin
Reading this book actually angered me.
When I read a fictional story about cryptocurrency, I expect it to have a pretty shitty ending, with the crypto crashing and dreams and friendships getting dashed. It would be a moral lesson for the reader.
So imagine my shock that the book actually has a good ending with a plausible reason to exit ETH at its peak, and everyone lives happily ever after that.
I was initially afraid this would be used as marketing collateral for the next wave of shitcoin crypto schemes, but I realise that crypto bros and incels might be too dumb to read a work of fiction to understand its value.
Still, if you happen to be a deluded crypto bro who loves talking up shitcoins in your Tinder dates, this book is for you.
3) The Passengers on the Hankyu Line by Hiro Arikawa
I bought this book because I judged a book by its cover - and I paid the price for my folly.
The edition with autumn leaves on its cover looks good on the shelf, except that nothing of note actually happens in the story on the Hankyu Line.
Some unpleasant people met some less unpleasant people on a train, then conversations happened, some wisdom was shared, and some relationships shifted as a result.
(You do realise that I enjoyed Warhammer 40k fiction, and Inquisitor Eisenhorn can lose an arm in the prologue of a novel and would eventually bind a daemon to his loyal friend's corpse, why the f**k do I care about annoying tai-tais reserving seats on a train?)
But I can imagine Western audiences lapping this up as its chapters are named after the stations on the line, with some flavourful local references, so it doubles up as a travel guide as well.
A local English Literature major can replicate the success of the book. Just take an MRT from Jurong East to Marina Bay, and at every station, something random but funny happens, like an uncle starts gooning an OL between City Hall and Raffles City and gets blanket-partied by a section of NS men.
4) So what's a good read?
Ok, some readers might get upset with me that I'm only sharing my worst reads this holiday, so what book of fiction should I recommend to a Singaporean reader?
It's not wise to judge a book by its cover.
But I can judge a book by the hefty advance, and the author gets to write a work of fiction.
My favourite local book this year is The Original Daughter by Jemima Wei.
Just buy and read this for 2026. If you are very
giam then wait for the Culture Pass to be enabled for local books.
See you tomorrow night for my article on 2026!