Bookshelf

๐Ÿ“ Already Reviewed

The Kite Runner

The Kite Runner
By Khaleid Hosseini

They Never Learn

They Never Learn
By Layne Fargo

The Secret History

The Secret History
By Donna Tartt

The Leaving
By Tara Altebrando
The Song of Achilles

The Song of Achilles
By Madeline Miller
If You Could See The Sun

If You Could See The Sun
By Ann Liang
If We Were Villains

If We WereVillains
By M.L Rio
The Reappearance of Rachel Price

The Reappearance of Rachel Price
By Holly Jackson

๐Ÿ“š To Be Read (TBR)

1984 by George Orwell

1984
by George Orwell

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

The Bell Jar
by Sylvia Plath

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Fahrenheit 451
by Ray Bradbury

White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky

White Nights
by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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