It was early April, and I needed a good book to read. Libraries and bookstores had gone dark. So I did the unthinkable: I turned to my own bookshelves. My bookshelves always get me down. Yes, they contain old favorites, but interspersed among them are books I got as gifts but whose spines I’ve never cracked (and which now make me feel ungrateful), well-reviewed novels that I gave up on and classics that I am absolutely sure I will read someday, but not now. My failures, alphabetized.

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Translated Books (7)

News from Abroad (53)

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