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“She pouted prettily, and he wondered if that was one of the things they taught wealthy young girls at schools like Miss Porter's. If not, it had been passed down from one generation to another as carefully as the secret of fire.”

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Book:Summer Island
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Summer Island

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Kristin Hannah
Kristin Hannah

Kristin Hannah is an American author known for her emotionally rich novels. Her works often explore themes of family, love, and women's growth. Born on September 25, 1960, Hannah has been publishing novels since 1992, and her books have been widely popular around the world. more

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