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literarily

2026

  • prisoners of geography by tim marshall
    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
  • thức dậy trên mái nhà by minh mẫn

16:58, 11/08/2026 (GMT+7)

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