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Leaf Storm and Other Stories
A “leaf storm” blows into Macando, bringing with it the banana company, the dregs and decay of other towns, and economic prosperity followed by economic doom when the storm departs. In addition to the arrival of amusement parlors, hospitals and warehouses, is that of a doctor, who serves as the central focus of the novella’s…
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American Gods
I was in a reading rut the past month, and I picked up this book because I knew it wouldn’t fail me. American Gods follows Shadow, a formerly incarcerated man who tangles fates with Norse gods, deities from West Africa, Egypt, India, Native America, Ireland, and a host of miscellaneous characters. His life is a…
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The Silent Patient
Alicia Berenson shoots her husband five times in the face and never speaks again. That is until she is put in the care of Theo Faber, a psychotherapist dedicated to solving the mystery of her self-imposed muteness. The Silent Patient is a mystery novel told from the perspective of Theo, and I was truly conflicted…
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Neverwhere
Despite being 400 pages, “Neverwhere” is fast-paced and captivating. I finished it in two days! I appreciated that there weren’t pages full of exposition, rather I was placed into a fantasy world that didn’t offer much explanations to its peculiarities and yet, I still understood it.
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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
I would suggest this book if you’re looking for something entertaining and juicy. It’s not challenging to read, but it does bring up great topics of discussion in morality and ethics.
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How to Say Goodbye.
XX, I hope you are okay with me returning all your stuff. I am not doing it out of spite, but because they no longer feel like mine to keep or to cherish. For a long time, I operated on the belief that anything, absolutely anything, is possible if you worked hard enough for it.…
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The First Time I Fell In Love
The first time I fell in love, it was with a boy. He was kind and smart and I was 16 and filled with the passionate exuberance of my first time. When I fell in love, it was with my best friend. We sat next to each other during most classes and snuck touches past…
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“How Do You Know You’re A Writer?”
Sometimes the words fall through the tips of my fingers with the same excruciating slowness as that of the leaves of a hibiscus detaching itself from its stem.
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The Vain Pursuit of Unrealized Truths
By failing to recognize the woman as an extension of himself, he fails to manipulate the tools around to, essentially, become his most true self. These fears and wishes must be recognized in order to be actualized. Only when the narrator meets his repressed feelings of solitude and desire for companionship can he go beyond…
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