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The Paris Wife (Random House Reader's Circle Deluxe Reading Group Edition): A Novel

This novel offers a glimpse into the romantic and tumultuous life of Ernest Hemingway and his wife, Hadley Richardson, during their time in Paris. The story is a fictionalized account of their early years together, capturing the vibrant literary scene of the city and the couple's personal struggles. more

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Paula McLain
Paula McLain

Paula McLain is an American author known for her poignant emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. Her works often focus on female characters, exploring their lives, love, and growth. Born in 1965, McLain has worked as a teacher and editor before becoming a writer. Her works, including 'When Breath Becomes Air' and 'Love in the Time of Cholera', delve into the lives of women, examining their experiences, relationships, and personal growth. more

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“I'll join you, sir. You'll need help finding your way about the estate."His lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Begging your pardon, Lady Rosalind, but I didn't have a nursemaid when I was three, so I certainly don't need one now. I'm perfectly capable of navigating an estate alone.""I'm sure you are - indeed, you demonstrated a remarkable proficiency for it last night, and in a strange house, too.”

“I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; would anyway be there, on the surface of her body, rather than corroding it from within. Now the thought came to her again, that she might scar herself in some way. It came, like the solution to a problem: I won't be doing it like some hysterical girl. I won't be hoping she'll come catch me at it. It won't be like lying on the sitting-room floor. I'll be doing it for myself, as a secret.”

“Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.”

“Daisy smiled and said, "Jay Berry, you won't die. You may think you will, but you won't. In a day or two, you'll be as good as new, I hope." "You're just saying that because you heard Papa say it," I said. "No, I'm not!" Daisy said. "I'm saying it because I'm a nurse, and nurses are supposed to cheer up their patients." I knew all too well that once Daisy had gotten into one of her Red Cross nursing spells, it was ridiculous to even think of trying to argue her out of it. So I just groaned, closed my eyes, and sat there while”