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Tell the Wolves I'm Home

This novel delves into the emotional journey of a young woman as she navigates the aftermath of her mother's death and the unraveling of her family dynamics. The story is rich with emotional depth and explores the intricacies of human connection. more

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Carol Rifka Brunt
Carol Rifka Brunt

Carol Rifka Brunt is an American author born in 1970. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound insights into the psychology of teenagers. more

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