Liv's One Month Reading List

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I bought Michael Cunningham's The Hours last Monday. Due to my illness, I had the chance to read it in one lying-down session yesterday. It is unbelievably beautiful. There was this quiet, luminous clarity to it; there was this resonance that connects with me. Wonderful reading; it did Virginia Woolf justice and more. Read it, read it, read it if you can.


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Meanwhile, I am curently reading AS Byatt's Little Black Book of Stories full of fairy tales meant for adults. Nothing airy-fairy here, it's a bit disturbing, with a beauty that does not scare you... only makes you think. Dark but brilliant.


Here's the rest of the books I have lined up for this month. A bit ambitious quantity here....

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A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way....."
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Lud-in-the-Mist by Hope Mirrlees


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Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel by Susanna Clarke

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Love in Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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The Lightkeeper's Daughter by Iain Laurence


I have also had this books hanging around, waiting in line:

Round the Fire Stories by Arthur Conan Doyle
Dancing Girls by Margaret Atwood
Sea Dragon Heir by Storm Constantine
Readers Companion to Ireland by Alan Ryan
24 Stories by Willa Cather
Llamas Night by Mercedes Lackey

Is it possible to be drowned in books, you think? :)

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