Where are the books of yesteryear? I did nothing but read all summer but since the new term has begun lectures, work for classes, and the ins and outs of Russian grammar have returned to my life with a vengeance and I’ve slowed down enormously.
Powers by Ursula K. Le Guin
The New Sorrows of Young W. – Ulrich Plenzdorf
The Cherry Orchard – Anton Chekhov
Burning Secret – Stefan Zweig
Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol – Okot p’Bitek
Notes From Underground – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Diary of a Provincial Lady – E. M. Delafield