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The Day of The Triffids
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Here Are The Books I Have Been Reading In Gloucestershire
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The Writer As Cartographer
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Our Reading Material
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Mother Was Reading Patrick O'Brian and I Was Reading W.G. Sebald
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The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig
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"Thank me when your lying guts are leaking through bullet holes. Now I have a city to run."
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Robert Walser
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Der Vogel
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North To ALASKA
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"The Past Is A Foreign Country: They Do Things Differently There"
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"Hank strides through a honky-tonk. Sawdust floors. Under each table a tray of kitty litter. To puke in. He straddles a stool. Shining. He's still in his spangly suit. "Rum and Coke," he says. He downs it. "To the Opry!""
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"and this made him feel that he was a great stranger, with nothing to match his own longings, a man away from his own country, observing the world as a mere watcher from a window."
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The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
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Khyber Pass Bound With An Atherton Lin Book Mark Along For The Ride
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A Super Sad Love Story To Cut The Sweetness
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This Book As I Found It
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Venison And Obscure British Poetry - Food For Thought
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Cryptonomicon
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David Mitchell's first
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London Fields
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Our Miss Brooks, We Always Leave The Door Open For The Moment Nostalgia Sets In
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Eustace And Hilda
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A Book In My Mother's Library
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The Siege of Krishnapur
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Gravel, gravel on the ground Lying there so safe and sound, Why is it you look so dead? Is it because you have no head?
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The Princess Casamassima
