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Gowan - Strange Animal

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Frances Rose - Dangerous

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Flor - Warm Blood

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Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.

Robin Hobb, Fool's Quest

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Welcome to the future, buttheads.

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Bear Mountain - Congo

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Beat Connection - Another Go Round

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Ove glares out of the window. The poser is jogging. Not that Ove is provoked by jogging. Not at all. Ove couldn’t give a damn about people jogging. What he can’t understand is why they have to make such a big thing of it. With those smug smiles on their faces, as if they were out there curing pulmonary emphysema. Either they walk fast or they run slowly, that’s what joggers do. It’s a forty-year-old man’s way of telling the world that he can’t do anything right. Is it really necessary to dress up as a fourteen-year-old Romanian gymnast in order to be able to do it? Or the Olympic tobogganing team? Just because one shuffles aimlessly around the block for three quarters of an hour?

Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

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Paperwhite - Take Me Back

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Read in August-December

Recommended:

Prophet's Prey

Big Little Lies

The Feast of Crows

The Magician's Land

The Driver's Seat

Golden Fool

A Man Called Ove

A Song for Issy Bradley

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Read in May-July

Recommended:

President Me

The Psychopath Whisperer

The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne

Mr. Mercedes

The Silkworm

The Bad Seed

Snowfall

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This is why Pirates don’t take baths.

#pascalcampionart.

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For it was important to have things to tell which interested your friends. And Miss Hearne had always been able to find interesting happenings where other people would find only dullness. It was, she often felt, a gift which was one of the great rewards of a solitary life. And a necessary gift. Because, when you were a single girl, you had to find interesting things to talk about. Other women always had their children and shopping and running a house to chat about. Besides which, their husbands often told them interesting stories. But a single girl was in a different position. People simply didn’t want to hear how she managed things like accommodation and budgets. She had to find other subjects and other subjects were mostly other people. So people she knew, people she had heard of, people she saw in the street, people she had read about, they all had to be collected and gone through like a basket of sewing so that the most interesting bits about them could be picked out and fitted together to make conversation.

Brian Moore, The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne

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