My house is full of books, many of which I have yet to read. Here are five I can see from where I'm sitting, and why I haven't gotten to them yet.
  1. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
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    I have a love-hate relationship with extremely popular books. I'm torn between suspicion that they can't possibly be as good as everyone says they are, and curiosity about why everyone thinks they're so good.
  2. The Heart Goes Last by Margaret Atwood
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    I have a troubles history with Margaret Atwood. Having been forced to read some of her less riveting works in school, I often balked at the insistence that she is one of Canada's best writers. That said, I have enjoyed some of my independent forays into her work.
  3. Ruby by Cynthia Bond
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    This book sounds genuinely interesting, and I bought it for a bargain. But, being ever suspicious of buzz, the Oprah's Book Club seal gives me pause.
  4. The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
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    This book seduced me with its physical beauty, and curiosity about what Ishiguro could do with fantasy. But his insistence that it isn't fantasy is somewhat off-putting. Resisting labels is one thing, but genre fiction already takes enough flak. It can be literary AND fantasy!
  5. The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black
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    I absolutely adored Holly Black's The Coldest Girl in Coldtown. I got this book for a steal, but what if I don't love it as much as her last one?!