I read for many reasons, including to learn more about how the world is, to imagine how it could be, and to get lost in stories.
I like memoirs, sci-fi, history & historiography, poetry, investigative reporting, graphic novels & comics, fantasy, nature, how-tos and a wide range of fiction and non-fiction. Especially if they are well-written, insightful, funny, motivating, weird or immersive.
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Many have called our time dystopian. But The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On reminds us that apocalypse …
In this poetry debut Mosab Abu Toha writes about his life under siege in Gaza, first as a child, and …
Enrique “Quique” Luna has one goal this summer—get over his crush on Saleem Kanazi by pursuing his other romantic prospects. …
Cobalt Red is the searing, first-ever exposé of the immense toll taken on the people and environment of the Democratic …
Centuries after the last humans left Earth, the Exodus Fleet is a living relic, a place many are from but …
Seventeen-year-old Lily Hu can’t remember exactly when the question took root, but the answer was in full bloom the moment …
"Maggie Thrash has spent basically every summer of her fifteen-year-old life at the one-hundred-year-old Camp Bellflower for Girls, set deep …
Offers an examination of mollusks, their shells, and their role in human culture, as well as their susceptibility to the …
"One morning, a woman treads on a snake. She comes home that evening and realises …
I started reading this book at the beginning of a long train ride. While turning the pages, I drifted off to sleep. As I watched the trees float by outside the train window, I had a series of dreams.
A girl, reiterated. The two of us saw many things. We went to the festival and stepped into the fireworks. Then goshiki told me the story of my 2 brothers, which I had forgotten. Family traditions change, don't they? Finally, the snake in myself reared up and we debated about labor and self and routine and surrender and care and struggle and symbols. The snake both was me and was not me.
I suddenly awoke. I was at my destination with no memory of disembarking from the train. The wind through the trees was speaking to me, whispering kuna-nira.
I started reading this book at the beginning of a long train ride. While turning the pages, I drifted off to sleep. As I watched the trees float by outside the train window, I had a series of dreams.
A girl, reiterated. The two of us saw many things. We went to the festival and stepped into the fireworks. Then goshiki told me the story of my 2 brothers, which I had forgotten. Family traditions change, don't they? Finally, the snake in myself reared up and we debated about labor and self and routine and surrender and care and struggle and symbols. The snake both was me and was not me.
I suddenly awoke. I was at my destination with no memory of disembarking from the train. The wind through the trees was speaking to me, whispering kuna-nira.
Cassandra Leung--a seventeen-year-old trainer of Reckoners, sea beasts bred to defend ships--is kidnapped by the pirate queen Santa Elena and …
