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“Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.”

Quote by Emma Forrest

Work

This novel explores the intricate layers of a character's psyche, examining the consequences of past traumas and the thin line between sanity and madness. The narrative is a gripping exploration of the human condition, with a focus on the impact of psychological stress on personal relationships and societal norms. more

Author

Emma Forrest is a renowned British journalist recognized for her work across print and broadcast media. Born on December 26, 1976, she has gained attention for her incisive and sometimes contentious writing. Forrest has contributed to a variety of publications, including The Guardian and The Observer, where she has covered a wide array of subjects, from personal essays to cultural analysis. more

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