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“I won't waste your time with the injuries of my childhood, with my loneliness, or the fear and sadness of the years I spent inside my parents' marriage, under the reign of my father's rage, afer all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?”

Quote by Nicole Krauss

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Great House: A Novel

Great House is a compelling narrative that delves into the lives of a wealthy family and their vast estate, examining the dynamics of power, wealth, and family relationships. The story unfolds within the opulent walls of a grand house, revealing the intricate connections between the inhabitants and their surroundings. The novel is a rich tapestry of human emotions and societal commentary, offering readers a glimpse into the lives of the elite and the impact of their decisions on those around them. more

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Nicole Krauss
Nicole Krauss

Nicole Krauss is an American author born on August 18, 1974. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human emotions. more

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