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Ha, no way. I finished Anna Karenina this morning too. Did Levin's ending epiphany/reflection rub off on you?

Haven't read Rules of Attraction but American Psycho was pretty lousy

>>8901009
Not him, but how can't the last few chapters not affect you? It's beautiful. Truly, truly beautiful.

>>8900491
>>8901009
>>8901033
How would you rate AK?
i'm considering picking it up after I'm done with The Idiot

>>8900479
There are no openly banned books. If (((they))) don't want a piece of information getting out, they just quietly stop publishing and promoting it.

>>8900487
What better way to avoid the streisand effect

>>8900487
>>8900489
Chomsky, yes.

as a beta male you are and will be cancer on the skin of the society. Women owe you nothing, are disgusted when they see you and are wishing you death. Your own mother treats you only as a investation, someone whose she could leach off before death, and she is justified to think like that, as she gave you to world

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>>8900336
This YA author seems to do a lot of stuff similar to what you're describing. Hope this helps.

No Longer Human

>>8900292
>and dark brown eyes look back at me
and dark brown eyes look back at him*

Just have some other character call him a dogeating chink

>>8900298
dats ur attempt at edgy?
give up.

start with the greeks

>>8900473
Thanks for the recommendation. I'm assuming Ulysses would be a good start?

Do any of these books on the list stand out?

>>8900482

Eugenides' Middlesex won the Pulitzer and I've heard good things about him.

I haven't read The Cider House Rules but I liked on of Irving's other works.

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On a similar note, who's the Norman Rockwell of literature?

I'd be very glad to read something this comfy.

>>8900109
Carson McCullers

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>>8900144
>Carson McCullers
looks good

ralph ellison

Thomas Sowell!

Shakespeare

>>8899947
Effects in what regard?

>>8899956
On our behaviour

>>8899947

Nicholas Carr, The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains (2010)
tldr here:
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2008/07/is-google-making-us-stupid/306868/

Evgeny Morozov, The Net Delusion: The Dark Side of Internet Freedom (2011); To Save Everything, Click Here: The Folly of Technological Solutionism (2013)

Not hard in the slightest. Tolstoy is a highly proficient writer and I'm sure whatever edition you get will have copious notes.

>>8899892
Cool. Is the P&V translation good?

>>8899879
If you read the oxford world's classic edition if has footnotes that explain any historical details, quirks about russian traditions and explains the parallel between characters and the real life person.

Reading it for the first time has been a pleasant experience, definitely would recommend. Its not really challenging its just long and full of characters but once you get used to how each character acts and talks you can recognize whos doing what.

I quite enjoy reading Russian lit and a little fantasy and sci fi, but really anything will satisfy me as long as it's good.

Most books with a strong narrative translate well to audio.

>Audiofile's Earphone Awards
http://www.audiofilemagazine.com/earphones-awards/

>APA's Audies
http://www.audiofilemagazine.com/audies/

>Neville Jason, award-winning narrator that has performed a number of classics
http://www.naxosaudiobooks.com/jason-neville/

John Lee's unabridged performance of The Count of Monte Cristo won both an Audie and an Earphone Award
http://www.audiofilemagazine.com/reviews/read/37668/

>>8899812
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. “Little tyke,” chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four’s drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar — a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen — then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn’t a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Durs- ley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive — no, looking at the sign; cats couldn’t read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whis- pering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren’t young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him!

>>8899815
But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt — these people were obviously collecting for some- thing . . . yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn’t, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn’t see the owls swoop- ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped over- head. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important tele- phone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he’d stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery. He’d forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker’s. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn’t know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn’t see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. “The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard —” “— yes, their son, Harry —” Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking . . . no, he was being stupid.

>>8899821
Potter wasn’t such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Pot- ter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even sure his nephew was called Harry. He’d never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in wor- rying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn’t blame her — if he’d had a sister like that . . . but all the same, those people in cloaks . . . He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o’clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. “Sorry,” he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn’t seem at all upset at being al- most knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, “Don’t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Re- joice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like your- self should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!” And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw — and it didn’t improve his mood — was the tabby cat he’d spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. “Shoo!” said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn’t move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this nor- mal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself to- gether, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over din- ner all about Mrs. Next Door’s problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word (“Won’t!”).

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>it's the author describes the envinronment paragraph
>don't even know half the words
>too stupid to bother imagining all that geometrical stuff
>skim through

>>8899770
Trying to kick that habit too

This happens to me but i think im retarded.

>>8899693
I see you are reading a translation

well i enjoyed it, but what do i know

>>8899693
What's the deal with this book? I read only the first part and it seemed to me like a writing of a quality of a Russian James Peterson.

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>>8899681
I don't know what you mean by 'alternate' but yes there are many charts.

this is now a chart thread, post em.

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>>8901637
>writers
>female

>>8901637
Thanks. By alternate, I mean anything not already listed here: http://4chanlit.wikia.com/wiki/Recommended_Reading

The worst rain falls from a cloud the shape of another cloud.

We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children

The popularity of these threads is off-putting.