From the Shelves of D-10


It has been a challenge these past two years,  giving up constant internet access when I return every night to our home lovingly referred to as TacBloc. But the afternoons and nights spent without the latest tv series or the most recent social media post have allowed me to explore an amazing amount of books that have been gathered over the years by generations of former JVs. The following is a list of stories I have had the joy of finishing, as I laze away the hours in a hammock or on our red leather couch. All are reads I highly recommend!

° Turn Right at Machu Picchu by Mark Adams
    ° Americanah by Chimamanda Ngoze Adichie
      ° El plan infinito por Isabel Allende
        ° Eva Luna por Isabel Allende
          ° The Stories of Eva Luna by Isabel Allende
            ° A Coffin for Dimitrios by Eric Ambler
              ° The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
                ° A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
                  ° Barking to the Choir by Greg Boyle SJ
                    ° Tattoos on the Heart by Greg boyle SJ
                      ° Inferno by Dan Brown
                        ° Silent Spring by Rachel Carson

                         ° The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 
                        ° The Awakening by Kate Chopin
                          ° A orillas del río piedra me senté y lloré por Paulo Coelho
                            ° Brida por Paulo Coelho
                              ° Through the Language Glass by Guy Deutscher
                                ° Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky
                                  ° The Samurai by Shusaku Endo

                                   ° Future Home of the Living God by Louise Erdrich
                                    ° Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
                                      ° Tales from Nowhere edited by Don George
                                      ° Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
                                        ° The Lost City of Z by David Grann

                                        ° A Burnt-Out Case by Graham Greene
                                          ° Exit West by Mohsin Hamid
                                            ° Captains Courageous by Kipling
                                              ° Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri

                                               ° Barabbas by Pär Lagerkvist
                                                ° The Shrine at Altamira by John L'hereux
                                                  ° A Jesuit Guide to Almost Everything by James Martin SJ

                                                   ° No Man is an Island by Thomas Merton
                                                    ° Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

                                                     ° Ruined for Life by Jack Morris SJ
                                                      ° Jazz by Toni Morrison
                                                        ° La chica del cumpleaños por Haruki Murakami
                                                          ° Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh by O'Brien
                                                            ° Gracias by Henry Nouwen
                                                              ° Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig
                                                                ° Simplicity by Richard Rohr
                                                                  ° Insurgent, Allegiant and Divergent by Roth
                                                                    ° Franny and Zooey by JD Salinger
                                                                      ° Peace is Every Step by Thich Nhat Hanh

                                                                       ° The Storyteller by Mario Vargas Llosa

                                                                       ° The Color Purple by Alice Walker
                                                                      ° To the Lighthouse by Virginia Wolf
                                                                        ° The Way of a Pilgrim and the Pilgrim Continues His Way

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