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Looking for new reading material? Here are some books calling out to me right now....

*"Steering the Craft" (Ursula LeGuin)
*"One Writer's Beginnings" (Eudora Welty)

*"Anna Karenina" (but not translated by Pevear et al. I'm talking about the translation completed by Constance Garnett. Apparently, Garnett has been unjustly maligned, and her work is better than Pevear's work. For the current buzzy-ness of Pevear, we have Oprah to blame. This is all via Janet Malcolm.)

*"Nobody's Looking at You" (Janet Malcolm)

*"Howards End" (E.M. Forster....people say the current big-ticket play "The Inheritance" is like a lesser version of "Howards End," so why not read "Howards End"?)

*"The Family Fang" (Kevin Wilson...A favorite of Ann Patchett's....Wilson truly seems to be an odd duck with a need to tell stories, and his new one, about siblings repeatedly, literally, bursting into flames, also beckons to me.)

Happy reading!

P.S. I'm also drawn to "Until the Twelfth of Never," a work of non-fiction with strong buzz from novelist/critic Laura Lippman....

P.P.S. "Kissing the Gunner's Daughter," by Ruth Rendell, also has my name all over it....And Rendell's "The Veiled One" ......

P.P.P.S. “Hungry Heart,” essays by Jennifer Weiner, seems enticing....

P.P.P.P.S. "Look Alive Out There," Sloane Crosley, has been on my mind for a while.....
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