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“I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.”

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Alice Hoffman
Alice Hoffman

Alice Hoffman is a renowned American contemporary novelist, born on March 16, 1952. Her works are known for their dreamlike narrative style and rich imagination, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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