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“The landscape of one's childhood was more vibrant than any other. It didn't matter where it was or what it looked like, the sights and sounds imprinted differently from those encountered later. They became part of a person, inescapable.”

Quote by Kate Morton

Book:The Secret Keeper
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The Secret Keeper

This book is a gripping narrative that intertwines the lives of several women, each carrying their own secrets. The story spans generations, revealing the impact of hidden truths on personal relationships and societal norms. more

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Kate Morton
Kate Morton

Kate Morton, born in 1976, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her intricate family histories and emotional storytelling. more

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“…suddenly I wanted to go back and be in all the places I’d ever been, every street I’d walked down, every room I’d sat down in. I wanted to see it all again. I tried to remember my life, flipping through Polaroids in my mind. . . . But I knew that even if I could go back, if such a thing were possible with exactitude, in life or in dreams, there was really no point.”

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Book:My Year of Rest and Relaxation
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