Shea and Sarah&Jeremy have listed their top 10 albums of 2005. I like the idea, but I haven't even bought 10 new albums this year. Instead, I'm listing my best and worst of the year.

Best Movie of the Year

Dear Frankie. This was a wonderfully sweet movie. If you haven't seen it, see it. Honorable Mention to Millions.

Worst Movie of the Year
Shark Boy and Lava Girl. Hands down. You could not make a more awful movie even if you tried. But, there were many, many other crappy movies we saw (at least part of) that deserve mention: First Daughter, The Perfect Man, Chicken Little.

Best Book Read

This is what I love about keeping track of the books I read on this blog. I was able to review (almost) all of the books I've read this year in three seconds. I know I'm missing a few (what did I read in October?), but I'm not missing too many.

While I enjoyed all of the books, the two that stick out the most are Peace Like A River by Leif Enger and Gap Creek by Robert Morgan. They both had phenomenal writing and real characters that I missed when the book was over. The ending of Peace Like A River blew my mind.

Worst Book Read
I didn't read any books that actually deserve to be called Worst Book. I started a few, but I don't remember them. Of all the books I read, I think I was most disappointed in Good Faith by Jane Smiley. Smiley is usually so fabulous, and this was just so-so.

Best Song of the Year
Upward Over The Mountain by Iron and Wine.

Worst Song of the Year
Although I've never listened to them from start to finish, I think My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas and Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani have got to be the Top Two. Though not on the same mind-numbing level, I also can't stand Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day.

Best Album of the Year

An Iron & Wine CD that Crapples burned for me (it has songs from The Creek Drank the Cradle, The Woman King, Our Endless Numbered Days, and The Sea & The Rhythm).

The Finn Brothers Everyone is Here gets Honorable Mention.

Worst Album of the Year (that I bought)
Love is Hell by Ryan Adams. The Amazon review that convinced me to buy it said that this has a Whiskeytown sound. Uh. Not so much.

I've only listened to it twice (so it's possible it will still grow on me), but both times the earnest desperation and general whiny tone made it impossible to listen to almost any of the songs all the way through.