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\n $\"Cherish$ <\/a>\n <\/div>\n
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\n Cherish Farrah: A Novel<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n by Bethany C. Morrow<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n I really liked the book My Sister, the Serial Killer so when Cherish Farrah was presented as in the vein of, I knew I had to read it! I’m so happy I did. I was getting disgruntled about reading overall, and it was taking me forever when ...\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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\n $\"Bitter$ <\/a>\n <\/div>\n
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\n Bitter Orange<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n by Claire Fuller<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n This novel is another modern gothic, meaning to me in which its set in modern times (1969) but with gothic themes and details. Crumbly, historic mansion and eerie strangers, a graveyard, folkloric animals, superstitious, spying, creepy d...\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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\n $\"Tiny$ <\/a>\n <\/div>\n
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\n Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n by Nina Mingya Powles<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n Beautiful book of essays that speak to the power of food being comforting and your “home” wherever you happen to be in the world. It’s a journey though her eats while studying at university in Shanghai but also a journey looking into her...\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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\n $\"Magnolia,$ <\/a>\n <\/div>\n
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\n Magnolia, 木蘭<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n by Nina Mingya Powles<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n Beautiful, original, confident. Obviously when you read this you can tell that she adheres to no real style rules or writing rules and I feel that’s brave and bold and FINE: I’ve always advocated for that, even in poetry collections. She...\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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\n $\"The$ <\/a>\n <\/div>\n
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\n The Hurting Kind: Poems<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n by Ada Limon<\/a>\n <\/div>\n
\n “I miss who we all were, before we were this: half-alive to the brightening sky, half-dead already. I place my hand in the unscarred bark that is cool and unsullied, and because I cannot apologize to the tree, to my own self I say, I am ...\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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