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I'm on book #53 for the year. This ravenous consumption of novels reminds me of being ten, twelve years old. When I knew I had to read everything because I would never have enough time for all the live I ought to live, that my body was a betrayal, that there were so many things I didn't know.

If you've read anything really good recently, I'd love to know. I like good novels and niche histories and biographies.