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“Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.”

Quote by Kristin Hannah

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Winter garden

In 'Winter Garden,' readers are transported to a magical realm where the beauty of nature and the complexities of human emotions intertwine. The story delves into the lives of its characters, revealing their struggles and triumphs amidst the serene backdrop of a winter garden. This novel is a poignant exploration of love, loss, and the transformative power of time. more

Author

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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