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Allow yourself to feel, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive. | Currently reading: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

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Books read in 2026:

January:

The Emperor of Gladness by Ocean Vuong

Books read in 2025:

Dracula by Bram Stoker

A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin

Books read in 2024:

Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol

The Myth by Sisyphus by Albert Camus

Silas Marner by George Eliot

Devil on the Cross by Ngūgī wa Thiong'o

The Haunted House and other stories by Virginia Woolf

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Lolita by Vlamidir Nabokov

Books read in 2023:

January:

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Feb:

Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

March:

Middlemarch by George Eliot

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

April:

The Cossacks by Leo Tolstoy

May:

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky

June:

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

July:

Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

August:

Under the Greenwood Tree by Thomas Hardy

September:

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

October:

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

November:

Carrie by Stephen King

December:

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Lord Arthur Savile's Crime by Oscar Wilde

Aphorisms on Love and Hate by Frederich Nietzche

The Genius and other stories by Frank O'Connor

The Steel Flea by Nikolay Leskov

Tokyo Revengers by Ken Wakui (100+ volumes)

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Books read in 2022:

January:

The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Inquilab: A Decade of Protest

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

February:

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong

March:

The Meek One by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Secret History by Donna Tart

April:

Tar Baby by Toni Morrison

May:

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

June:

The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy

Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood

July:

Man's Search for Meaning by Victor E Frankl

August:

Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Frederich Nietzsche

September:

Circe by Madeline Miller

October:

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

November:

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

December:

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Leo Tolstoy

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemmingway

S(he)y by Rabindranath Tagore

Crush by Richard Siken

Happy Ever After by Leo Tolstoy

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce

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i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it

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You know, in my opinion, being ridiculous is sometimes even a good thing, and better that; we can forgive one another more quickly, and acquire humility more quickly; after all, we can't understand everything at once, we can't begin directly from perfection! In order to achieve perfection, we must first of all fail to understand a great many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand very well.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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It's better to be unhappy and know, than to be happy and live as a fool.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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God knows what lives in me instead of me.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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Your good deeds in whatever form, you give away a part of your personality and absorb part of another; a little more attention, and you are rewarded with knowledge, with the most unexpected discoveries.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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"I've always been an artist in the depths of my soul."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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It's pleasant just to observe your simple-heartesness; to sit and talk with you is pleasant; at least I know that I am in the presence of a most virtuous person.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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The fact of the matter is that the intelligent ordinary man, even though he may imagine himself in passing (and, indeed, throughout his whole life) to be a man of genius, and most original, none the less retains within his heart a worm of doubt, which sometimes leads to the intelligent man ending in total despair; for if he submits, it is not until he has been entirely poisoned by a vanity that has been driven inward.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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I'm well aware that everyone finds it embarrassing to talk about their feelings, and yet here I am talking to you about them, and with you I don't feel embarrassed.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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I remember there was an unendurable sadness in me; I wanted to cry; I was constantly astonished and anxious: it had a dreadful effect on me that all this was foreign, that I understood. The foreign-ness crushed me.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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"She wanted something more, though she did not know, could not think what it was she wanted."

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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"Go to sleep and dream of mountains and valleys and stars falling and parrots and antelopes and gardens, and everything lovely."

— Virginia Woolf

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"It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to things, inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at the light) as for oneself."

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse