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“If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.”

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Meg Rosoff
Meg Rosoff

Meg Rosoff, born in 1956, is a British writer known for her profound psychological descriptions and unique narrative style. Her works, including 'How I Live Now' and 'Proof of Heaven', often explore themes such as youth growth, family relationships, and war, and have been well-received by readers. more

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