Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (translated by Carol Brown Janeway). I had forgotten that I had read this, but couldn't stop. It's a surprisingly subtle story. Unbridgeable chasms between individuals. Language, literacy, awareness, guilt.
A book log so I don't forget names of authors and books when I talk to my mom. Now I'm in the research years of my training; so theoretically I have a little more time for reading. The reality seems to be that the lab is all-consuming and comfort reading has been the order of the day.
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