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Books I Read or Reread This Year

Stand by Your Man by Tammy Wynette

Train Dreams by Denis Johnson

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

Bluebird, Bluebird by Attica Locke

Ghost Story by Peter Straub

The Cry of the Owl by Patricia Highsmith

Galveston by Nic Pizzolatto

Dare Me by Megan Abbott

Blacktop Wasteland by S.A. Cosby

In a Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes

The Expendable Men by Dorothy B. Hughes

Ride the Pink Horse by Dorothy B. Hughes

Jazz by Toni Morrison

The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor Lavalle

Fever Dream by Samanta Shweblin

True Grit by Charles Portis

The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel

Loretta Lynn: Coal Miner's Daughter by Loretta Lynn and George Vecsey

The Street by Ann Petry

In the Cut by Susanne Moore

Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway by Sara Gran

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones

The Hotel Neversink by Adam O-Fallon Price

The Corn Maiden and Other Nightmares by Joyce Carol Oates

Pretty as a Picture by Elizabeth Little

The Bear by Andrew Krivak

These Women by Ivy Pochoda

Blackwood by Michael Farris Smith

The Third Rainbow Girl by Emma Copley Eisenberg

Come Closer by Sara Gran

Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg

The End of Everything by Megan Abbott

She Rides Shotgun by Jordan Harper

Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead by Sara Gran

Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson

The Last Taxi Driver by Lee Durkee

The Burnt Orange Heresy by Charles Willeford

Revolver by Duane Swierczynski

Holding on to Nothing by Elizabeth Chiles Shelburne

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession by Alice Bolin

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Morena-Garcia 

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley



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