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Blob: Love StoryWritten by Maggie Soo (Harper). In this fictitious novel and a gentle humorous cycle, it discovers a twenty -four -year -old university leakage, sixth, stuck in a clogged job and overcomes a bad disintegration, a point on the ground outside the diving bar. She takes the point-which she remembers “the mud that she made as a child”-to her apartment and form it, such as Golem, to her ideal boyfriend, who calls Bob. The sixth is full, socially embarrassing, and discomfort with “the other” (she is a father of the Asian father and a white mother), and she seeks traditional perfection in Bob, which develops ABS Washboard ABS and the appearance of movie stars. But problems arise when Bob begins to feel its own desires – a turn that speeds up the sharp novel conspiracy and enriches it for the complex relationship between longing and identity.
SplintersBy Youssef Rakha (Graywolf). This novel, the first written by the English language by an author of Egypt, takes the form of messages from a man in Cairo to his sister, who lives in America. In the messages, the man is intertwined from the story of his mother – the first failed marriage, the distortion of female genital organs, energy, transformations from secularism to religiosity and return again – is drawn with reflections in his life, his experience in her last death, and a broader date for his country. The man appoints himself, “the student of the truth, a lover, a revolutionary,” the man notes that “he can never be of these things if I do not understand that I am the son of an Egyptian woman.”