Vladimir Putin says he is a religious man, a great supporter of the Russian Orthodox Church.p. 11
2025
my sweet orange tree by josé mauro de vasconcelos
We were walking along, hand in hand. There was no rush.p. 3
2024
hai đứa trẻ by thạch lam
Tiếng trống thu không trên cái chòi của huyện nhỏ; từng tiếng một vang ra để gọi buổi chiều.p. 1
the subtle art of not giving a f*ck by mark manson
Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout, a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet.p. 1
one hundred years of solitude by gabriel garcía márquez
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.p. 1
thương nhớ mười hai by vũ bằng
Tự nhiên như thế: ai cũng chuộng mùa xuân.p. 9
hà nội 36 phố phường by thạch lam
Người Pháp có Paris, người Anh có London, người Tàu có Thượng Hải. Trong các sách vở, trên các báo chí, họ nói đến thành phố của họ một cách tha thiết, mến yêu.p. 5
on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong
the black swan by nassim nicholas taleb
Before the discovery of Australia, people in the Old World were convinced that all swans were white, an unassailable belief as it seemed completely confirmed by empirical evidence.prologue
the sympathizer by viet thanh nguyen
I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook, a man of two faces.p. 1
2023
the old man and the sea by ernest hemingway
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.p. 9
sapiens by yuval noah harari
About 13.8 billion years ago, matter, energy, time and space came into being in what is known as the Big Bang.p. 3
nobody’s boy by hector malot
outliers by malcolm gladwell
Roseto Valfortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills of the Italian province of Foggia.p. 3
the old man who read love stories by luis sepúlveda
the centaur in the garden by moacyr scliar
animal farm by george orwell
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes.p. 1
sword of destiny by andrzej sapkowski
blood of elves by andrzej sapkowski
the last wish by andrzej sapkowski
2022
homage to catalonia by george orwell
In the Lenin Barracks in Barcelona, the day before I joined the militia, I saw an Italian militiaman standing in front of the officers' table.p. 1
city of thieves by david benioff
My grandfather, the knife fighter, killed two Germans before he was eighteen.p. 3
red dragon by thomas harris
Will Graham sat Crawford down at a picnic table between the house and the ocean and gave him a glass of iced tea.p. 3
the silence of the lambs by thomas harris
Behavioral Science, the FBI section that deals with serial murder, is on the bottom floor of the Academy building at Quantico, half-buried in the earth.p. 3
the fault in our stars by john green
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house.p. 3
sunrise by mike mullin
ashen winter by mike mullin
ashfall by mike mullin
I was home alone on that Friday evening.p. 1
1 litre of tears by aya kito
Why has my body stopped doing what my mind tells it to do?p. 1
the universe in a nutshell by stephen hawking
the godfather by mario puzo
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice, vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter.p. 11
2021
the kite runner by khaled hosseini
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.p. 1
the alchemist by paulo coelho
The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned, ruined church.p. 3
quán gò đi lên by nguyễn nhật ánh
cafe waiting love by 九把刀
the story of a seagull and the cat who taught her to fly by luis sepúlveda
the ballad of buster scruggs by ethan coen, joel coen
past - 2020
you are the apple of my eye by giddens ko
tuổi trẻ đáng giá bao nhiêu by rosie nguyễn
cà phê cùng tony by tony buổi sáng
dế mèn phiêu lưu ký by tô hoài
Tôi sống độc lập từ thuở bé. Ấy là tục lệ lâu đời trong họ nhà dế chúng tôi.p. 7
con chó nhỏ mang giỏ hoa hồng by nguyễn nhật ánh
cafe waiting love by 九把刀
mắt biếc by nguyễn nhật ánh
Hồi nhỏ, tôi sống ở làng. Làng tôi tên Đo Đo, nằm cạnh con sông trong xanh có những cánh đồng cò bay thẳng cánh.p. 5
tôi là bêtô by nguyễn nhật ánh
les misérables by victor hugo
In 1815, M. Charles François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne. He was an old man of about seventy-five.p. 1
how to win friends and influence people by dale carnegie, general press
On May 7, 1931, the most sensational manhunt New York City had ever known had come to its climax.p. 3
do less, achieve more by chin-ning chu
nếu biết trăm năm là hữu hạn by phạm lữ ân
trên đường băng by tony buổi sáng
cho tôi xin một vé đi tuổi thơ by nguyễn nhật ánh
Tôi viết cuốn sách này không dành cho trẻ em. Tôi viết cho những ai từng là trẻ em.p. 5