Quiet by Susan Cain
Love is essential; gregariousness optional.
The OverStory by Richard Powers
So, I buckled and bought this one.
Celestial Bodies by Jokha Alharthi
Reading Celestial Bodies is like being within a remembering mind.
The Eight Mountains by Paolo Cognetti
My father had his own way of going to the mountains
No Friend But The Mountains by Behrouz Boochani
International pressure, one tweet, one criticism, one share, one question to your government at a time, maybe that can help
Praise Song for the Butterflies by Bernice L. McFadden
I had read three other novels on the Women’s Prize for Fiction long list, each of which I considered worthy of their place. If they’re the bench mark then this will be a safe bet, too, I thought. In that assumption I was wrong.
The Death Of Murat Idrissi by Tommy Wieringa and translated by Sam Garrett
This slim volume takes no prisoners and I loved it.
Remembered by Yvonne Battle-Felton
Remembered is a mother’s farewell to her son. It’s a sister’s regret. A woman’s remembering: her anger, and her heartbreak; her resignation and her resilience.
Sodden Downstream by Brannavan Gnanalingam
At the end, I didn’t know whether to despair or hope for Sita. I still don’t.
A Ladder to the Sky by John Boyne
Maurice Swift will do anything, anything, to get his name on the cover of a book.
Jill's Scene 
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