Pages: 336 📖 Year Published: 2017 🗓️ Days to Complete: 11 🕰️ Author: Celeste Ng (pronounced "ing") was born in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania and grew up in the setting of this novel, Shaker Heights, Ohio. Ng attended Harvard and the University of Michigan. She has written three novels. Each have been New York Times bestsellers and two of her three have been translated into more than 30 other languages. Ng currently lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts with her husband. Three words

Restaurant: Flub A Dub Chub’s Location: Lake View Total (Before Tip): $21.05 Included two hot dogs and one order of fries. Flub A Dub Chub's serves a Vienna Beef Hot Dog Overall Rating out of 3 Stars: ⭐️⭐️.6 Me Taste- ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Quality- ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Tradition- ⭐️⭐️ Marco Taste- ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Quality- ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Tradition- ⭐️⭐️ Marco and I had the same scores for the same reason. The hot dog was so good, I mean, SO GOOD. The ONLY reason both of us knocked a star from its tradition score was becau

Pages: 268 📖 Year Published: 1963 🕰️ Days to Complete: 10 Author: Slyvia Plath was born in Boston in 1932 and despite her sad death by suicide at the age of 30, she was very accomplished. She attended both Smith College and the University of Cambridge and after marrying Ted Hughes, bounced between living in the US and England. She had two children with Hughes but they divorced one year prior to her death. Plath is most known for her poetry, The Bell Jar, her only novel, and

Pages: 668 📖 Year Published: 2005 🕰️ Days to Complete: 25 Author: Elizabeth Kostova was born in Connecticut and raised in Tennessee. She is well-educated having earned her undergraduate degree from Yale University and master's degree of fine arts from the University of Michigan. Her interest in Bulgarian culture started as a child and she remains an activist for Bulgarian writers. She co-founded the Elizabeth Kostova Foundation to benefit Bulgarian writers and to assist Eng

Marco and I walk the long hallways of O’Hare airport and round the many corners before arriving at the back of the customs line. We groan as we realize how long we have to wait. Maybe 20 minutes passes and my dad texts my brother and me. He tells us that Mom fainted at a funeral she was attending and he is on his way to see her in the hospital. His texts are always so formal, like an email at work. I scoff and thank him for the update. My brother reminds him to keep us update