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This

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what's a book that really made you feel? it can be any emotion, it just has to have made you feel some way, STRONGLY

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Post-postmodernism
Meta-modernism
Hypermodernity

Are some of the names people have attached to whatever has replaced it. Just give it a couple decades to let the dust settle and we will start to see the dominant trends.

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The passage from the end of Dubliners by James Joyce has always been one for me. It happened to snowing while I was reading it.

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly on the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

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