“O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley It’s time for NaNoWriMo, so my book reviews are likely to be a bit sparse during November. But I send you into the darkening, chill days with…
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a strangeness in my mind, alfred knopf, blue rider press, cecilia ruiz, charles finch, charles lenox, home by nightfall, london, minotaur books, nobel prize, orhan pamuk, random house, st. martin's press, the book of memory gaps, turkish
