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January reading

Finished from earlier:

Be Recorder, Carmen Gimenez Smith 

Started and finished:

Lyric Shame, Gillian White (literary criticism)
Native Guard, Natasha Trethewey 
Blackacre, Monica Youn 
Dancing in Odessa, Ilya Kaminsky 

In progress:

Sight Lines, Arthur Sze
Eye Level, Jenny Xie

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