This is the season of books coming from the oven, as being enlisted profusely by the mainstream media as the best of the year. Some will be read causing disappointment and some will be passed by missing great potential fun. That's life and it sucks.

I book likes

There's another one: reading titles on the shelves

Any of Svetlana Alexievich

Let's read it

Un día claro

A soft landing. It feels lunatic... I welcome myself.