My father’s message the morning right before the war started. “Today, twenty days before Nowruz, the blossoms are showing off. Never our Esfand (last month of the year) has been like this. “
I didn’t read as many books as the previous few years in 2025, but here are some of the highlights.
Not shown:
Shame by Annie Ernaux
My Name is Aram by William Saroyan
Audition by Pip Adam (Reviewed)
Alligator by David Ryan (blurbed)
Favourite Rereads:
Death in Spring by Merce Rodoreda
We the Animals by Justin Torres
“… the day turned into a lowering amber after-noon, became for a brief moment transparent, taking the golden color of ale, only to ascend under the multiple fantastic domes of vast, color-filled nights.”
The Street of Crocodiles, Bruno Schulz
