Picking one book as a favorite is both lovely and confounding: as silly as they are, I love lists and rankings; at the same time I always wonder what my criteria for choosing is -- favorite based on what? Let alone, what day is it, what time, and would I pick the same in the afternoon? Top of my list for last year were Daniel Alarcón’s At Night We Walk in Circles, Claire Vaye Watkins’s Battleborn, Cynthia Bond's Ruby, Terrence Holt's Internal Medicine -- all incredible. My favorite at this exact instant, though is The Collected Poems of Zibgniew Herbert because, simply put, I think it just might be the best book I have read in -- oh, I don’t know, maybe ever. Instead of explaining why, I’ll just give you a sample from his poem 'A Small Heart:' so now I sit in solitude on a sawed-off tree trunk in the exact center point of the forgotten battle gray spider I spin bitter meditations on memory too large and a heart too small More from A Year in Reading 2014 Don't miss: A Year in Reading 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005 The good stuff: The Millions' Notable articles The motherlode: The Millions' Books and Reviews Like what you see? Learn about 5 insanely easy ways to Support The Millions, and follow The Millions on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr.