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“There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water--it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream. I was on the bottom bunk again, listening to his slumber verses. The flap of our childhood letter box opened. Opening the door to the spray of sea.”

Quote by Colum McCann

Book:Let The Great World Spin
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Let The Great World Spin

In this novel, the author weaves together the lives of various New Yorkers whose paths intersect on the day a high-wire artist performs an extraordinary feat. The story delves into the complexities of human connection and the resilience of the human spirit amidst the backdrop of a bustling city. more

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Colum McCann
Colum McCann

Colum McCann is an Irish writer known for his profound character development and rich narrative techniques. His works often explore the relationship between individuals and society, as well as deep insights into history and culture. Born on February 28, 1965, McCann's writing career began in the 1990s, and he has published numerous novels and short story collections. more

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