to-read
(1476)
currently-reading (0)
read (797)
memoirs (78)
my-favorites (73)
cuba (72)
francophonie-etc (66)
poetry (66)
mothers-and-daughters (61)
books-in-translation (60)
latin-america (58)
grief (51)
currently-reading (0)
read (797)
memoirs (78)
my-favorites (73)
cuba (72)
francophonie-etc (66)
poetry (66)
mothers-and-daughters (61)
books-in-translation (60)
latin-america (58)
grief (51)
middle-grade-books
(47)
immigrant-stories (45)
portugal (44)
brujeria (38)
motherhood (38)
favorite-children-s-books (33)
historical-fiction (33)
fathers-and-daughters (32)
new-york (32)
dirty-dictatorships (29)
wanderlust (28)
caribbean (26)
immigrant-stories (45)
portugal (44)
brujeria (38)
motherhood (38)
favorite-children-s-books (33)
historical-fiction (33)
fathers-and-daughters (32)
new-york (32)
dirty-dictatorships (29)
wanderlust (28)
caribbean (26)
“This is why I wanted to write this book, to tell about a place I love that doesn’t belong to me but feels like it is mine, and how that feels marvelous and exceptional. All the things that are wrong in the world seem conquered by a library’s simple unspoken promise: Here I am, please tell me your story; here is my story, please listen.”
― The Library Book
― The Library Book
“The exile is a person who, having lost a loved one, keeps searching for the face he loves in every new face and, forever deceiving himself, thinks he has found it.”
― Before Night Falls
― Before Night Falls
“Siempre estaré del lado de aquellos que no tienen nada y que ni siquiera pueden disfrutar de nada de lo que tienen en paz.”
―
―
“The psychoanalyst Otto Rank declared modern love a religious problem. As we grow increasingly secular and move away from the towns where we were born, we can no longer use religion or community to confirm our meaning in the world, so we seize a love partner instead, someone to distract us from the fact of our animal existence. French existentialist Albert Camus said it best: “Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.”
― Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory
― Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory
“I don't like the eyes. You get so tired, don't you? Of being looked at. Maybe some women feel flattered, but I've always felt the moment a man's eyes settle on me, he's halfway to feeling he can do anything.”
― A Death of No Importance
― A Death of No Importance
Anna’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Anna’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Polls voted on by Anna
Lists liked by Anna





























