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“And I go out of Father's house and I walk down the street, and it is very quiet even thought it is the middle of the day and I can't hear any noise except birds singing and wind and sometimes buildings falling down in the distance, and if I stand very close to traffic lights I can hear a little click as the colors change.”

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Mark Haddon
Mark Haddon

Mark Haddon is a renowned British novelist known for his unique narrative style and profound psychological insights. His works often explore complex human nature and social issues from a child's perspective. Born on September 26, 1962, in the United Kingdom, his debut novel 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' was published in 2003 and received widespread acclaim. more

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