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The Art of Racing in the Rain (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.23 — 563,689 ratings — published 2008
I'm Glad My Mom Died (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.43 — 1,586,956 ratings — published 2022
Becoming (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.43 — 1,231,555 ratings — published 2018
The Diary of a Young Girl (Mass Market Paperback)
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avg rating 4.20 — 4,295,304 ratings — published 1947
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.94 — 418,580 ratings — published 2022
The Autobiography of Malcolm X (Mass Market Paperback)
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avg rating 4.37 — 297,679 ratings — published 1965
The Woman in Me (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.83 — 592,369 ratings — published 2023
How To Build A Car (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.44 — 15,261 ratings — published 2017
ஆட்டோ சங்கரின் மரண வாக்குமூலம் (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.59 — 181 ratings — published
Automotive Mechanics (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.27 — 479 ratings — published 1970
How Cars Work (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.24 — 396 ratings — published 1999
Auto Repair For Dummies (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.98 — 491 ratings — published 1976
Great Big Beautiful Life (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.95 — 843,438 ratings — published 2025
Educated (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.46 — 1,944,454 ratings — published 2018
The Glass Castle (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.33 — 1,398,405 ratings — published 2005
Thinking, Fast and Slow (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.17 — 609,264 ratings — published 2011
Gandhi: An Autobiography (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.10 — 76,094 ratings — published 1927
Shift: Inside Nissan's Historic Revival (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.93 — 386 ratings — published 2004
Go Like Hell: Ford, Ferrari, and Their Battle for Speed and Glory at Le Mans (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.48 — 4,636 ratings — published 2009
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.67 — 143,070 ratings — published 2003
My Life And Work (The Autobiography Of Henry Ford)
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avg rating 4.18 — 5,634 ratings — published 1922
American Icon: Alan Mulally and the Fight to Save Ford Motor Company (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.42 — 5,217 ratings — published 2012
Me Talk Pretty One Day (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.01 — 727,759 ratings — published 2000
A Child Called "It" (Dave Pelzer, #1)
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avg rating 4.14 — 465,998 ratings — published 1995
Listen for the Lie (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.06 — 612,885 ratings — published 2024
Wild Dark Shore (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.07 — 555,251 ratings — published 2025
My Oxford Year (ebook)
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avg rating 3.86 — 95,330 ratings — published 2018
Battle of the Bookstores (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.83 — 33,958 ratings — published 2025
Project Hail Mary (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.51 — 1,750,683 ratings — published 2021
Dark Matter (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.13 — 787,461 ratings — published 2016
The Berry Pickers (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.07 — 352,787 ratings — published 2023
The Courage to Be Disliked: How to Free Yourself, Change Your Life and Achieve Real Happiness (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.90 — 155,917 ratings — published 2013
Diary of a Madman (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.98 — 591 ratings — published 2015
The Bodyguard (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.93 — 442,181 ratings — published 2022
Steve Jobs (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.16 — 1,383,576 ratings — published 2011
Can't Hurt Me: Master Your Mind and Defy the Odds (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 4.30 — 328,891 ratings — published 2018
Auto da Compadecida (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.52 — 8,785 ratings — published 1955
Regretting You (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 4.09 — 993,197 ratings — published 2019
Changer : Méthode (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.31 — 19,813 ratings — published 2021
Yellowface (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.72 — 1,134,047 ratings — published 2023
Meditations (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.27 — 373,348 ratings — published 180
Counting the Cost (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 3.99 — 161,446 ratings — published 2023
Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.20 — 92,558 ratings — published 2023
Everything I Know About Love (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.92 — 536,851 ratings — published 2018
The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.03 — 405,368 ratings — published 2022
Daisy Jones & The Six (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.19 — 1,926,668 ratings — published 2019
In Order to Live: A North Korean Girl's Journey to Freedom (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.48 — 109,113 ratings — published 2015
The Sun Does Shine: How I Found Life and Freedom on Death Row (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.65 — 86,503 ratings — published 2018
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“It was a sort of car that seemed to have a faculty for motion with an absolute lack of any accompanying sound whatsoever.
This was probably illusory; it must have been, internal combustion engines being what they are, tires being what they are, brakes and gears being what they are, even raspy street-surfacing being what it is. Yet the illusion outside the hotel entrance was a complete one. Just as there are silencers that, when affixed to automatic hand-weapons, deaden their reports, so it was as if this whole massive car body were encased in something of that sort. For, first, there was nothing out there, nothing in sight there. Then, as though the street-bed were water and this bulky black shape were a grotesque gondola, it came floating up out of the darkness from nowhere. And then suddenly, still with no sound whatsoever, there it was at a halt, in position.
It was like a ghost-car in every attribute but the visual one. In its trancelike approach and halt, in its lightlessness, in its enshrouded interior, which made it impossible to determine (at least without lowering one's head directly outside the windows
and peering in at nose-tip range) if it were even occupied at all, and if so by whom and by how many.
You could visualize it scuttling fleetly along some overshadowed country lane at dead of night, lightless, inscrutable, unidentifiable, to halt perhaps beside some inky grove of trees, linger there awhile undetected, then glide on again, its unaccountable errand accomplished without witness, without aftermath. A goblin-car that in an earlier age would have fed folklore and rural legend. Or, in the city, you could visualize it sliding stealthily along some warehouse-blacked back alley, curving and squirming in its terrible silence, then, as it neared the mouth and would have emerged, creeping to a stop and lying there in wait, unguessed in the gloom. Lying here in wait for long hours, like some huge metal-cased predatory animal, waiting to pounce on its prey.
Sudden, sharp yellow spurts of fangs, and then to whirl and slink back into anonymity the way it came, leaving the carcass of its prey huddled there and dead.
Who was there to know? Who was there to tell? ("The Number's Up")”
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This was probably illusory; it must have been, internal combustion engines being what they are, tires being what they are, brakes and gears being what they are, even raspy street-surfacing being what it is. Yet the illusion outside the hotel entrance was a complete one. Just as there are silencers that, when affixed to automatic hand-weapons, deaden their reports, so it was as if this whole massive car body were encased in something of that sort. For, first, there was nothing out there, nothing in sight there. Then, as though the street-bed were water and this bulky black shape were a grotesque gondola, it came floating up out of the darkness from nowhere. And then suddenly, still with no sound whatsoever, there it was at a halt, in position.
It was like a ghost-car in every attribute but the visual one. In its trancelike approach and halt, in its lightlessness, in its enshrouded interior, which made it impossible to determine (at least without lowering one's head directly outside the windows
and peering in at nose-tip range) if it were even occupied at all, and if so by whom and by how many.
You could visualize it scuttling fleetly along some overshadowed country lane at dead of night, lightless, inscrutable, unidentifiable, to halt perhaps beside some inky grove of trees, linger there awhile undetected, then glide on again, its unaccountable errand accomplished without witness, without aftermath. A goblin-car that in an earlier age would have fed folklore and rural legend. Or, in the city, you could visualize it sliding stealthily along some warehouse-blacked back alley, curving and squirming in its terrible silence, then, as it neared the mouth and would have emerged, creeping to a stop and lying there in wait, unguessed in the gloom. Lying here in wait for long hours, like some huge metal-cased predatory animal, waiting to pounce on its prey.
Sudden, sharp yellow spurts of fangs, and then to whirl and slink back into anonymity the way it came, leaving the carcass of its prey huddled there and dead.
Who was there to know? Who was there to tell? ("The Number's Up")”
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