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“Batuman has a gift for making the universe seem, somehow, like the benevolent and witty literary seminar you wish it were … This novel wins you over in a million micro-observations.” —The New York Times
From the acclaimed and bestselling author of The Idiot, the continuation of beloved protagonist Selin’s quest for self-knowledge, as she travels abroad and tests the limits of her newfound adulthood

Selin is the luckiest person in her family: the only one who was born in America and got to go to Harvard. Now it’s sophomore year, 1996, and Selin knows she has to make it count. The first order of business: to figure out the meaning of everything that happened over the summer. Why did Selin’s elusive crush, Ivan, find her that job in the Hungarian countryside? What was up with all those other people in the Hungarian countryside? Why is Ivan’s weird ex-girlfriend now trying to get in touch with Selin?…
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  • Derek Jarhat Zitat gemachtletztes Jahr
    this the decisive moment of my life? It felt as if the gap that had dogged me all my days was knitting together before my eyes—so that, from this point on, my life would be as coherent and meaningful as my favorite books. At the same time, I had a powerful sense of having escaped something: of having finally stepped outside the script.
  • Derek Jarhat Zitat gemachtletztes Jahr
    Moscow does not believe in tears.

    Sevastopol does not believe in earwax.

    Minsk does not believe in black bile.
  • mbaisultanova23753hat Zitat gemachtvor 2 Jahren
    The smells, the colors, the people’s flat and wary faces, were radically unfamiliar—as if the plastic and the cigarettes and the light bulbs and the clothes had a different chemical makeup, and the people had eaten different food, and their clothes had been made in different factories, and the distance that separated them from my own existence was determined not just spatially, by things like biogeography and regional trade blocs, but also somehow by time
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