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After a streak of books I didn't like, the last one I enjoyed was Alessandro Baricco's Oceane mare.
Currently reading Irmgard Keun's Das kunstseidene Mädchen, which I like quite a lot midway through. Jumping from one idea to another, combining futility and apparently well observed notes on everyday's life in 1931 Berlin for a girl trying to break through with not much more than self-confidence.
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