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“I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

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The Handmaid's Tale

Margaret Atwood's 'The Handmaid's Tale' is a thought-provoking novel set in a near-future America where a totalitarian regime has overthrown the government. The story follows Offred, a Handmaid, who is a fertile woman forced into servitude to bear children for the elite. The novel delves into themes of gender, power, and the erosion of personal freedoms, offering a chilling and poignant critique of society. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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