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“My head grew muddled with it all; the silly ways adults acted with one another, never saying what they meant, trusting in sighs and glances and distance to speak for them instead. How dangerous that was! How easy it must be to misinterpret a sigh or a look.”

Quote by Melanie Benjamin

Work

Alice I Have Been: A Novel

This novel delves into the life of the real woman who inspired Lewis Carroll's iconic character, Alice. Set in the 19th century, it explores themes of identity, creativity, and the complexities of a life that has been largely overshadowed by the fictional narrative. more

Author

Melanie Benjamin
Melanie Benjamin

Melanie Benjamin is an American author renowned for her historical novels. Her works often tell historical events from a female perspective, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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