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Circe

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Madeline Miller
Madeline Miller

Madeline Miller is an American novelist known for her modern interpretations of Greek mythology. Born on July 24, 1978, she graduated from Princeton University and later earned a Ph.D. from Harvard University. Her works, 'The Song of Achilles' and 'Circe', have been widely acclaimed by readers. more

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