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“But she couldn't dismiss easily his light touch with her. No pushing or pressing, none of that herding and corralling bullshit, unlike any of her old boyfriends. And maybe who you fell for and who you eventually loved wasn't rational, no matter how hard you tried to list pros and cons and sum the results. You couldn't think your way through it, not all the way. Maybe just the scent of somebody carried more weight than everything else put together.”

Quote by Charles Frazier

Work

Nightwoods: A Novel

In this compelling story, readers are drawn into the lives of a family living in the remote woods of Appalachia. The narrative delves into the complexities of familial relationships and the struggle for survival in a rugged landscape. The novel is known for its vivid portrayal of the natural environment and its impact on the characters' lives. more

Author

Charles Frazier
Charles Frazier

Charles Frazier, born on November 4, 1950, is a renowned American novelist. His works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound historical background, with his most notable novel being 'Cold Mountain'. more

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