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I am reading almost all of the time.

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Hit the ol' 25 today. To honor this achievement everyone go read Soviet Milk by Nora Ikstena please please i am begging you.
2025 Reading Goal - 42 books. Jessi is at 60% (25 books), ahead of the pace by 17 books.
March 14, 2025 at 9:37 PM
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Hit the double digits and we ain't even finished yet! Aiming for that Andre! #booksky 💙📚
A monthly reading wrap-up graphic featuring 10 books read, 2,810 pages and an average rating of 4.4. Highest rated reads include: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (5 stars), The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (4.75 stars) and Kick the Latch by Kathryn Scanlan (4.75 stars). Average book length is 271 pages and average time to finish a book was 2 days.
January 26, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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If on a Winter's Night a Travelocity Gnome
January 24, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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#bookhaul for the next two weeks!
Five books in a stack A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami Sudden Traveler - Sarah Hall Alphabetical Diaries - Sheila Heti Fervor - Toby Lloyd The End of Drum-Time - Hanna Pylväinen
January 23, 2025 at 4:02 AM
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the real question is: are any tabulas really rasa
January 22, 2025 at 11:15 PM
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A beautiful poem from Robert Hass' collection Summer Snow.
"Cymbeline" Everything we do is explaining the sunrise. Dying explains it. Making love explains it. The last plays of Shakespeare explain it. We're just as ignorant as at the beginning. We make Stonehenge over and over Thinking it will do some good to know where Or at least when: flame fissuring up between two stones. It lifts us as sex arches the body, up, it carries us, up and over, And no one knows why or when it will stop, So everything we do is explaining the sunrise. "Cymbeline" Everything we do is explaining the sunrise. Dying explains it. Making love explains it. The last plays of Shakespeare explain it. We're just as ignorant as at the beginning. We make Stonehenge over and over Thinking it will do some good to know where Or at least when: flame fissuring up between two stones. It lifts us as sex arches the body, up, it carries us, up and over, And no one knows why or when it will stop, So everything we do is explaining the sunrise.
January 22, 2025 at 6:52 AM
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Uhhh...Meow?
January 21, 2025 at 8:29 PM