I started reading a bunch of books; the "pile of 26" having been thoroughly comingled with my preëxisting to-read–pile at this point, the distinction only existing as a vague memory (and this particular France book is not from the 26); but no matter how many books I've started, my recent-ish policy is to only list them as "start read" on here once I'm a few chapters in and that's so far only true for this book. I'm reading Hjalmar Söderberg's 1905 translation from French to Swedish and my hardcover copy is from actual 1905?! I'm holding a 120 year old object in my hands! It's before the spelling reform which I didn't think I'd get used to as quickly as I did. Loving the book and writing style so far. Intense characters conveyed succintly.