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November Reading List

Two books is all I got through in November! Both were kind of odd books. They were okay, but somewhat bizarre and a bit dark.

The first was called Silent House by Orhan Pamuk. Mr. Pamuk is a Tukish writer. This book was written in the 1980's, but was not published in English until the 2000's. 

Each chapter is told by a different character in the story. Involved in the story are Fatma, the grandmother; her three grandchildren, Faruk, Nilgun, and Metin; her husband's illegitimate son, Recep, who is her caregiver; and Hasan, her husband's illegitimate grandson. Very present in the story are Fatma's dead husband and son. 

This is a very different book with an entire page being one sentence because the sentence is a thought in a person's head. Threaded throughout the book are the complexities of human relationships, especially in families, politics in the setting of 1980's Turkey, alcoholism, unstable mental conditions, religion, and young people struggling to …
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