Kotimaisten kirjojen ja käännöskirjojen lisäksi luen paljon muilla kielillä. Eniten englanniksi, toiseksi eniten espanjaksi ja myös silloin tällöin ranskaksi ja italiaksi. Tältä sivulta löydät kootusti kaikki blogissa käsitellyt englanninkieliset kirjat. Arviot on kirjoitettu suomeksi, mutta keväästä 2024 alkaen olen alkanut lisätä niihin tiivistelmän englanniksi. Toivottavasti siitä on iloa niille sivukävijöille, jotka eksyvät kiinnostavan kirjan perässä tänne Suomen ulkopuolelta.
>> Tutustu myös espanjan-, ranskan- ja italiankielisiin kirjoihin
In addition to Finnish books and books translated into Finnish, I read a lot in other languages. Mostly in English, second most in Spanish and also occasionally in French and Italian. On this page you will find all the English-language books covered on the blog. The reviews are written in Finnish, but from spring 2024 onwards I have started to include a summary in English. I hope that it will be useful for those visitors who wander in from outside Finland in search of an interesting book.
>> See also books in Spanish, French and Italian

This morning’s group exercise involves scented sachets, distributed during the circle. Another doctor, no name, mimics Dr. Sloane’s even tone. Each sachet smells different, she explains, specifically designed to activate a patient’s essential memories,…

My father had left the study light on and the book open and face down on his desk. I went in and picked it up but couldn’t find the bit he had read. Trying…

’I am consumed by a desire to see your house,’ Amy read. ’Laurel House, Laurel Walk sounds so English.’ Martha’s spidery, American hand-writing. Ernie, bringing in a pot of coffee, asked, ’Everything all right,…

We can pull atoms apart, peer back at the first light and predict the end of the universe with just a handful of equations, squiggly lines and arcane symbols that normal people cannot fathom,…

And then he’s gone. She can hear him walking away up the passage. His footsteps sound hesitant, but he doesn’t turn back. Nor will the moment return, which is true of all moments, though…

This is a female text, composed by folding someone else’s clothes. My mind holds it close, and it grows, tender and slow, while my hands perform innumerable chores. This is a female text, born…

Daylight was appearing over London, the great city of bachelors. Half-pint bottles of milk began to be stood on the doorsteps of houses containing single apartments from Hampstead Heath to Greenwich Park, and from…
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