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“You couldn’t get worse food, or food more detached from nature, if you tried. If you have an apple, you’re connected to an apple tree. If you have a dish of set custard and half a glace cherry you’re not connected to anything.”

Quote by Jo Walton

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Among Others

Joan McEwan, a young woman with a gift for magic, navigates the complexities of adolescence and the supernatural while uncovering secrets about her family's history. more

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Jo Walton
Jo Walton

Jo Walton, born on December 1, 1964, is a British writer known for her works in science fiction and fantasy. Her writing often explores themes of humanity, society, and politics, and is celebrated for its unique perspective and profound insights. more

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