I’m just trying to write down the books I’ve been reading this year.
In January, I read Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik. I’m not Lithuanian, and I’m not Jewish, and I’m not as plugged in to my Eastern European heritage as I’d like to be…but this book felt like home. It’s hard to explain why.
The first time I read it, I was sad that Miriam/Wanda was not the ship.
The second time I read it, I was okay with how it turned out.
I would like to try krupnik. Apparently we call it boilo here?
Emilybook 