A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. One of the longest English novels, but it has got me hooked. I love how descriptive the prose is. I can almost see the events happen in front of my eyes. There's a bbc adaptation as well, but I was enraged by it so I can't recommend it.

Wall Street Stories by Edwin Lefèvre

Snow Crash. A few decades late, but man am I loving it.

Book 4 of Tad William's Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series.

I just got done with a second read of 2666 by Bolaño.

There was an article on HN a month or two ago about how some books drive people to the kind of madness that would make them do a degree in literature. This is probably the one for me. Excited to read it again in 5 years and see it differently again.

I'm reading AI technology blog, because I'm looking for a job, so sad.

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. The first volume, Swann's Way, to be exact.

It's not for the faint of heart, it's relatively difficult, but it's very satisfying so far. You know the feeling when it's maybe an autumn evening and some blue light comes throught the window, hits the curtains a certain way and the shadows remind you of something from your childhood that you thought you had forgotten forever? Well, it's like this, on steroids.

City of Stairs

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