The shelf
What I am reading, what I have read lately, and what is waiting patiently on the pile.
Currently reading
Bleak House — Charles DickensSlowly. The fog chapter alone was worth the library sale.
The Peregrine — J. A. BakerA few pages at a time, before bed.
Read this year
Stoner — John WilliamsReread. Quieter and kinder than I remembered.
The Leopard — Giuseppe Tomasi di LampedusaRead in a heat wave. Recommended.
Small Things Like These — Claire KeeganOne evening, one month of thinking about it.
Train Dreams — Denis JohnsonA whole century in a hundred pages.
The Remains of the Day — Kazuo IshiguroRead on a train, which felt right.
Middlemarch — George EliotReread, fifteen years later.
Moby-Dick — Herman MelvilleThird attempt, first finish.
Bartleby, the Scrivener — Herman MelvilleThe dessert after the whale.
A Month in the Country — J. L. CarrMy favourite short novel, again.
The Death of Ivan Ilyich — Leo TolstoyShort, devastating, useful.
Waiting on the pile
The Master and Margarita — Mikhail BulgakovLeft over from the winter list. Next.
The Name of the Rose — Umberto EcoSaving it for the first snow.
Essays — Michel de MontaigneTwo old volumes from the library sale.
Anna Karenina — Leo TolstoyDue for a reread soon.