Like dust in the wind, by Leonardo Padura

Like dust in the wind

I cannot resist the analogy of this title to present my story "Dust in the wind", with the sound, in the background, of the homonymous song from Kansas. May Leonardo Padura forgive me ... The final question is that a title like this, whether for a song or for a book, I point to ...

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The novel of water, by Maja Lunde

The water novel

Every time we envision that sensation of the dystopian looming over us like a whitish nuclear, toxic sky. Science Fiction made crude realism to a term seen as indeterminate as it is true. Given our inability to step on the brakes in the unbridled consumerist evolution (ratified in a confinement ...

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The forest of the four winds, by María Oruña

The forest of the four winds

The writer María Oruña has managed to wake up and fix in her plots an unmistakable aroma of the most ancestral Cantabrian. A marine fragrance to great mysteries and historical fictions from the north peninsula cornice. From Cantabria to Galicia treasuring deep mysteries composed with a point of historical fiction and always high ...

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The Book of Desires, by Sue Monk Kidd

The Book of Desires

Things must have been otherwise, no doubt. Feminism should not have been a self-defense movement, forced by circumstances that have occurred since the dawn of time. But every culture, every civilization always advanced with the ballast of the feminine as something "complementary" at best ...

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The bookstore and the thief, by Oliver Espinosa

The bookseller and the thief

From the already distant and mythical cemetery of forgotten books, by Ruiz Zafón, the libraries recovered a legendary point, perhaps evoking the remote library of Alexandria. And it is that the knowledge and the imagination summarized of the books on paper has that I do not know what of durability; of spaces ...

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Doggerland, by Élisabeth Filhol

Doggerland by Fihol

Geography is not immutable either, as can be suspected from simple observation. She also ends up succumbing to unforeseen movements, to unimaginable separations from the untimely tectonic plates and all the magma that runs inside like boiling blood. From that idea, Élisasbeth Fihol tunes the times so ...

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The Thursday Crime Club, by Richard Osman

Thursday's crime club

It is not always easy to read a humorous novel. Because people assume that a guy who reads a book is delving into brainy essays or gripped by the tension of the novel plot of the day. So laughing while reading quickly invites you to think of some guy ...

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The Cat and the General, by Nino Haratischwili

The cat and the general

The arrival of the writer Nino with an unpronounceable surname was that unusual popular cyclone for a genre with a large part of historical fiction but loaded with enough sociological and geopolitical connotations as to scare off bestselling readers. The eighth life was an exercise in reconciliation between literature supposedly ...

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Line of fire, by Arturo Pérez Reverte

novel Line of Fire

For a writer of historical fictions, where fiction outweighs the informativeness of history, it is impossible to abstract from civil wars as a setting and argument. Because in that museum of horrors that is every fratricidal confrontation, the most transcendent intrahistory ends up emerging, the flashes of ...

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Dark Matter, by Philip Kerr

Dark matter

The appearances of novels recovered from the handwriting of the late Philip Kerr always have that unpredictable point of suspense that the Scottish author always maintained. With its component of historical fiction at times; with its doses of espionage in the midst of Nazism or the cold war; until …

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How I killed my father, by Sara Jaramillo

How i killed my father

Start reading from the morbid, pull the title as a macabre headline of some remote newspaper that collected the ominous cases on the wild side of reality. At the end, a touch to attract attention amid the thunderous noise. Because reading is that haven of peace or of ...

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Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer

Midnight Sun

And when it seemed that Stephenie Meyer had been redirected to other literary struggles, in the key of a crime novel, and with the liberation that it supposed with respect to the twilight saga, to the adolescent vampires and their sensual bites with the aroma of garlic and eternity, in the end it was not it could be. Because Meyer ...

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