lvi. inferno, eileen myles
i need to read it again, a poet's novel is not really meant for reading quickly. that said, piss and fruit, shit.
lvii. death in the afternoon, ernest hemingway
i guess bill bryson possibly got his modus operandi from this book. technical details, aficionado stuff, random dialogue, bull fighting.
lviii. squirrel seeks chipmunk, david sedaris
aesop's fables of prejudice and bigotry, more like. pretty awesome. i wish they were more in-depth but maybe that would be impossible.
lix. a fraction of the whole, steve toltz
i was initially very hesitant about this book due to its immense size and therefore hopeless portability. but it was probably the fastest 700 pages i have ever read. rollicking plot. simple words. sure, a good australian novel, but perhaps not a booker prize shortlist.
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