Over the holidays, I reread the very first N. K. Jemisin book I had ever read, Killing Moon. I mentioned to a sister-in-law that I had initially read the book five years ago, and was surprised how much of the book I didn’t remember on rereading it. She laughed and said that was probably because of the hundreds of novels I had read in the intervening years—so much reading was bound to blend together on some level. I assured her that her assessment was an exaggeration—but her comment made me start counting.  Click through to read more! Read more