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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

Books in English

  • Deborah Levy: Uiden kotiin & Hot Milk

    Deborah Levy on kirjailija, joka oli minulle hetki sitten vielä täysin tuntematon. Sitten tapahtui outo yhteensattuma. Mies toi työmatkalta tuliaisena Levyn uuden romaanin Hot Milk. Samaan aikaan kun luin kirjaa, sain kirjastosta viestin saapuneesta…

  • Jonathan Safran Foer: Here I Am

    The morning Julia found the phone, my parents were over for brunch. Everything was falling apart around Benjy, although I’ll never know what he knew at the time, and neither will he. The adults…

  • Maggie O’Farrell: This Must Be the Place

    Anyway, the older, longer, sluggish Marithe had looked up at the stars and asked her mother, who was sitting in the chair opposite, whether it would come back, this sense of being inside your…

  • Jessie Burton: The Muse

    Olive fell asleep beside it at four in the morning. The next day, she stood before the painting as the sun cracked low along the sky beyond her window. She never knew she was…

  • Eowyn Ivey: To the Bright Edge of the World

    What is it that causes us to fall in love? We are met with those first, initial glimpses– a kind of curiosity, a longing for that which is both familiar and unknown in the…

  • Louise Candlish: The Swimming Pool

    I see now that I wasn’t thinking straight that weekend. Maybe I hadn’t been thinking straight since the beginning, since that luminous Saturday morning in July when I took my seat at the lido…

  • Edna O’Brien: The Little Red Chairs

    They were night people, one step away from ghosts, and strangers to each other. Some had husbands, as she guessed by their wedding rings, and many had children, who, contrary to the rules, telephoned…

  • Sharon Guskin: The Forgetting Time

    But surely we all carried some little piece of each other inside of us. So what did it matter, whether the memories belonging to her boy existed inside this other one? Why were we…


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