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Post by Wolfgang on Feb 20, 2020 15:22:37 GMT -5
My Life as a Fake (Peter Carey)
Novel by one of my favorite authors. He wrote the awesome True History of the Kelly Gang and Oscar and Lucinda, the latter I've only read 50 pages (but what glorious 50 pages!). I have to get back to Oscar and Lucinda.
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Post by mln59 on Feb 24, 2020 19:46:50 GMT -5
finished the martin luther book. plan is to read a collection of sci fi stories by chinese authors..."invisible planets". includes stories by cixin liu, the author of the three body trilogy i'll finish this collection today and start on the mercedes lackey book have roughly 60 pages left in the mercedes lackey book, "the curse of the spellbound child"
not sure what i'll pick up next. likely non-fiction.
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Post by mln59 on Feb 25, 2020 17:47:32 GMT -5
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Post by mln59 on Mar 11, 2020 18:40:25 GMT -5
have around 50 pages left of this book and have thoroughly enjoyed it so far.
next up will be a fiction selection: berta isla by javier marias, translated by margaret jull costa. i've read 4 books by marias and his writing is unique. have to experience it to understand it
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Post by mln59 on Apr 22, 2020 7:16:50 GMT -5
anyone reading these days?
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 22, 2020 11:00:50 GMT -5
anyone reading these days? I read every day.
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Post by mln59 on Apr 22, 2020 11:02:51 GMT -5
anyone reading these days? I read every day. what are you reading?
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 22, 2020 11:06:18 GMT -5
History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters (Julian Barnes) It’s a short story collection. Greatness.
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Post by Phaedrus on Apr 24, 2020 16:28:36 GMT -5
Has anyone read the Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov?
It is blowing my mind right now.
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Post by mikegarrison on Apr 24, 2020 17:05:34 GMT -5
Has anyone read the Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov? It is blowing my mind right now. What a coincidence! A margarita is blowing my mind right now too! (Ha. No, actually it is my personal invention, the "chye latte". It's a normal chai latte except a significant portion of the chai concentrate is replaced with 100% rye whiskey.)
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Post by mikegarrison on Apr 24, 2020 17:08:22 GMT -5
I've mostly been re-reading old (and new) favorites. Comfort food, if you will. Luckily I bought my first Kindle this past December, which means I can now easily read e-books from the library.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2020 17:55:59 GMT -5
Reading the new Anne Tyler. She is one of my favorites. Finished a history of Australia -- The Fatal Shore. I think I started it in the late 1980s. It was one of my QPBC picks. Anyone else belong? Quality Paperback Book Club?
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 25, 2020 12:53:14 GMT -5
Reading the new Anne Tyler. She is one of my favorites. Finished a history of Australia -- The Fatal Shore. I think I started it in the late 1980s. It was one of my QPBC picks. Anyone else belong? Quality Paperback Book Club? I belong to a different online book club. One that I haven’t visited in 5 years.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2020 12:59:40 GMT -5
Reading the new Anne Tyler. She is one of my favorites. Finished a history of Australia -- The Fatal Shore. I think I started it in the late 1980s. It was one of my QPBC picks. Anyone else belong? Quality Paperback Book Club? I belong to a different online book club. One that I haven’t visited in 5 years. Yes, this wasn't even on-line. It's that old. You'd order a new book (at least) every month. Their thing was that they were fairly new books, but already in paperback, so not as expensive.
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Post by hammer on Apr 25, 2020 13:54:31 GMT -5
I'm returning to my roots by reading and studying the great English poets. In the morning I will read a poem while sipping on an espresso drink made with my expensive espresso machine. At night it is wine and cheese with classical music in the background.
And here's a poem from one of the masters:
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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