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“No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?”

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Watermelon

This book is a narrative about a watermelon farmer's life, delving into the complexities of rural existence and personal identity. The story is set against the backdrop of a rural landscape and follows the protagonist's journey as they navigate the challenges and triumphs of their daily life. more

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Marian Keyes
Marian Keyes

Marian Keyes is an Irish novelist known for her emotionally rich novels. Her works often revolve around themes of love, family, and female growth, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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