Australian Nada Rose has been secretly keeping a reading list for 80 years. It is the document of an idiosyncratic life across continents, languages and conventions.
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How is life measured? By the number of children and grandchildren? In what brings money and fame or at least one of both? The countries traveled and the kilometers walked? Or isn’t life much more measured by the meaning that you ascribe to it, no matter what you have or do?
