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“It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.”

Quote by Gillian Flynn

Book:Sharp Objects: A Novel

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Sharp Objects: A Novel

This novel is a chilling exploration of trauma and the blurred lines between truth and perception. It follows the story of a journalist who returns to her hometown to cover a series of murders, only to find herself entangled in her own past and the town's dark history. more

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Gillian Flynn is an American author known for her suspense novels. Her works are characterized by complex characters and tense plots, with her most famous novel being 'Gone Girl'. more

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Source: The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

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Book:White Oleander

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Book:Wintergirls

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Book:Wintergirls

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Book:Wintergirls

Source: Wintergirls

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Book:Wintergirls

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Book:Wintergirls

Source: Wintergirls

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