The final chapter of 2023 is coming to a close, leaving the final Acknowledgements and hopes for an Epilogue filled with brachah and yeshuah. Reflecting on a year of reading, it’s more than just titles, characters, and plots. With one, I remember a late Friday night; with another, the backdrop of beautiful spring weather. There’s the memory of heated debate ignited by a hashkafa title, the stickiness of the third-day-of-Yom Tov that accompanied a new release, and the discomfort of the first novel after October 7. Before I know it, my book list becomes a kaleidoscope of memories, encapsulating place, time, and emotion.
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