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

He started tuning our cellos. The deep tones rang like a human voice, singing its darkest secrets, startling me. The floor shifted as a boat passed, rocked by the waves. I gazed upon him,…

When they’d thrown their plastic cups away and pushed politely past the others back to their seats, the pianist returned to her bench and stared at the keys reflected there in the high ebony…

Habit is a funny thing. You might think you understand it, but you can never exactly see what it looks like when you’re doing it. I was thinking about Celeste and all the years…

He always stared at the moon, tracked its path over our house from our bedroom window. He knew the angles of moonlight. Sometimes, deep into the night, he’d slip out our window, unfurl the…

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the…

Far beneath the surface of the earth, hidden from the sun and the moon, upon the shores of the Starless Sea, there is a labyrinthine collection of tunnels and rooms filled with stories. Stories…

Since overhearing her and Deborah’s conversation on the night of the pizza, I had become hungrier for more clues about my mother, yet simultaneously more fearful of what I might discover. So far, Connie…

It came to her then with a horrible whoosh of the crescendo of truth: She had failed on a colossal level. She must have been failing for years and not realized it. She did…
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