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Eleanor & Park

This novel delves into the tender and tumultuous romance between Eleanor, a girl with a troubled past, and Park, a boy from a stable family. Set against the backdrop of 1980s America, the story explores themes of identity, family, and the struggle to fit in while navigating the complexities of first love. more

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Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Rowell

Rainbow Rowell (born 1973) is a bestselling American author known for her works in young adult and adult fiction. Her notable novels include 'Eleanor & Park,' 'Fangirl,' and 'Carry On,' which are praised for their emotional depth, relatable characters, and clever integration of pop culture. Rowell's stories often explore themes of adolescence, love, family, and identity, with a warm and humorous writing style. She was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and worked as a newspaper columnist before turning to fiction. Her books have appeared on The New York Times bestseller list and have been translated into multiple languages, earning her a global fanbase. Rowell also writes comics and screenplays, showcasing her versatility as a storyteller. more

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“She reached for a bottle on the counter behind Eleanor and rubbed a drop of vanilla behind each of the girl's ears. Eleanor raised her shoulders like it tickled. "Why do you always do that? I smell like a Strawberry Shortcake doll." "I do it," her mom said, "because it's cheaper than perfume, but it smells just as good." Then she rubbed some vanilla behind her own ears and laughed.”

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Book:Eleanor & Park
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“A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even than jasmine. One cannot obtain the essence by heating the blossoms- they are too fragile." "Cold enfleurage, then?" Lillian murmured, referring to the process of soaking the precious petals in sheets of fat until it was saturated with their fragrance, then using an alcohol-based solvent to draw out the pure essence. "Yes." She took another breath of the exquisite essence. "What is the orchid's name?" "Lady of the Night." That elicited a delighted chuckle from Daisy. "That sounds like the title of one of the novels my mother has forbidden me to read.”

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Book:It Happened One Autumn
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“But why shouldn't I thank someone for doing me a service?" he heard Lillian ask with genuine perplexity. "It's polite to say thank you, isn't it?" "You should no more thank a servant than you would think a horse for allowing you to ride it, or a table for bearing the dishes you place upon it." "Well, we're not discussing animals or inanimate objects, are we? A footman is a person." "No," the countess said coldly. "A footman is a servant." "And a servant is a person," Lillian said stubbornly. The elderly woman sighed in exasperation. "Whatever your view of a footman is, you must not thank him at dinner. Servants neither expect nor desire such condescension, and if you insist on putting them in the awkward position of having to respond to your remarks, they will think badly of you... as will everyone else. Do not insult me with that vapid stare, Miss Bowman! You come from a family of means- surely you employed servants at your New York residence!" "Yes," Lillian acknowledged pertly, "but we talked to ours.”

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Book:It Happened One Autumn
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“Every now and then the breeze carries a distinct hint of eau de sheep." "Really?" Annabelle sniffed experimentally. "I don't smell a thing." "That's because you don't have a nose," Lillian replied. "I beg your pardon?" Annabelle asked with a quizzical grin. "Oh, you have a regular sort of nose," Lillian explained, "but I have 'a nose.' I'm unusually sensitive to smell. Give me any perfume, and I can separate it into all its parts. Rather like listening to a musical chord and dividing all its notes. Before we left New York, I even helped to develop a formula for scented soap, for my father's factory." "Could you create a perfume, do you think?" Annabelle asked in fascination. "I daresay I could create an excellent perfume," Lillian said confidently.”

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Book:Secrets of a Summer Night
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“Damn," Westcliff finally exclaimed. "I have occasional business dealings with their father. How am I supposed to face Thomas Bowman without remembering that I've seen his daughter in her underwear?" "Daughters," Simon corrected. "They were both there." "I only noticed the taller one." "Lillian?" "Yes, that one." A scowl crossed Westcliff's face. "Good God, no wonder they're all unmarried! They're heathens even by American standards. And the way that woman spoke to me, as if I should have been embarrassed to interrupt their pagan revelry-”

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Book:Secrets of a Summer Night
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“But why shouldn't I thank someone for doing me a service?" he heard Lillian ask with genuine perplexity. "It's polite to say thank you, isn't it?" "You should no more thank a servant than you would thank a horse for allowing you to ride it, or a table for bearing the dishes you place upon it." "Well, we're not discussing animals or inanimate objects, are we? A footman is a person." "No," the countess said coldly. "A footman is a servant." "And a servant is a person," Lillian said stubbornly. The elderly woman sighed in exasperation. "Whatever your view of a footman is, you must not thank him at dinner. Servants neither expect nor desire such condescension, and if you insist on putting them in the awkward position of having to respond to your remarks, they will think badly of you... as will everyone else. Do not insult me with that vapid stare, Miss Bowman! You come from a family of means- surely you employed servants at your New York residence!" "Yes," Lillian acknowledged pertly, "but we talked to ours.”

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Book:It Happened One Autumn
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