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hand store, but I haven't found it yet. My taste in literature is entirely my own. I don't like Browning or Whitman in spite of all the reams of criticism, any more than I like Hardy's "Return of the Native" - another college must. I think Edna St. V. Millay's "Murder of Lidice" is too much like a romantic adolescent trying to imitate "The Wreck of the Hesperus," and I can't read Thomas Mann to save my life. On the other hand, I love Francis Hackett's "Anne Boleyn," even though I know it has too much conventional Merrie England and who'll buy-my-lavender atmosphere. His style gets me every time. I read "Kristin Lavransdatter"once a year but I loathe Undset's modern stuff, and every summer I get the same thrill our of "Huckleberry Finn." My own books are what an artist might call the "genre" type. I like things that are different: an unusual setting, unusual people, periods of history etc. Most of them