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Michael’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Michael’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Michael Martin
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May 2012
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Little flowers
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| Though I knew it was about the decline of a family, I still kept thinking there would be some glimpse of hope before the end. A great story told with wit and charm. Some reviews here say the Buddenbrook family is unsympathetic but I felt the family w ...more | |
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| I thought this might be an interesting development on the strange pedigree that links the novels: The Island of Dr Moreau and The Invention of Morel, and the film Last Year in Marienbad. But it lacked the inspiration of those titles. Use of the Mayan ...more | |
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| An insight into exile, colonialism with memorable characters. | |
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| Even more shocking than I thought it would be. | |
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| Biography of the modest man who shaped postwar Britain and the world. | |
“She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year. Her own birthday, and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought, one afternoon, that there was another date, of greater importance than all those; that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?”
― Tess of the D’Urbervilles
― Tess of the D’Urbervilles