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She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).


Tree. St Davids Park, Hobart. December 2012.

Sunday Top Five?

So, at the end of last year I set myself to goal of knocking over 75 books this year. Thus far, I've knocked over 104 and am hoping to get through a few more before the year is out. Which leads me to...

My Top Five Rated Books That I've Read This Year!


An interesting mix, to be sure. Three Steinbeck novels, three from Australians, an Indian love story, Barnes' mediation on memory, an exploration of gender and slavery and a lost Soviet classic.

If I had to pick one? Tricky. Very tricky.

Gun to my head, I'll go with The Glass Canoe...
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Catch My Words said…
I read Of Mice and Men in high school. Unfortunately, I don't remember much.

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23 December 2012 at 10:02
Stefan Jansson said…
That is a lot of books. I think I have read around twenty, but I'm not sure.
23 December 2012 at 10:39
Leovi said…
Wonderful and beautiful poetic backlight in these winter branches.
23 December 2012 at 21:18
Kris McCracken said…
Joyce, I had a good run with Steinbeck last year. I'd well recommend all of them!

Stefan, it's quality that counts!

Leovi, cheers!

2 January 2013 at 09:59
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