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Orlando by Virginia Woolf

A Strangeness in My Mind by Orhan Pamuk

Another Country by James Baldwin

Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr.

Confabulations by John Berger

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Penguin Book of Classical Myths by Jennifer R. March

Père Goriot by Honorè Balzac

Feel Free by Zadie Smith

On the Origin of the Species by Charles Darwin

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

The Idiot by Elif Batuman

Fieldwork by Seamus Heaney

Anil’s Ghost by Michael Oondatje

Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner

Known and Strange Things by Teju Cole

Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Bloodchild and Other Stories by Octavia E. Butler

The Witness of Poetry by Czeslaw Milosz

The Lover by Marguerite Duras

The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism by Naomi Klein

 
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou

“The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human. Meander if you want to get to town.” — Michael Oondatje

“The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human. Meander if you want to get to town.” — Michael Oondatje

“The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.” — Joan Didion

“The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.” — Joan Didion

“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.” — Tennessee Williams

“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.” — Tennessee Williams