Marilynne Robinson, Lila. I cried throughout this book. I react to her the way I've always felt about Dostoevsky. Certain questions pull me. I don't answer them the same way. I don't think they can be answered.
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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