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Bring me a unicorn: diaries and letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1922-1928

This book features a compilation of diaries and letters written by Anne Morrow Lindbergh between 1922 and 1928. It provides a candid look at her personal journey, reflections, and correspondence during this significant period of her life. more

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Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Anne Morrow Lindbergh was an accomplished American author known for her profound personal experiences and elegant literary style. Born on June 22, 1906, and passing away on February 7, 2001, she was not only Charles Lindbergh's wife but also an independent writer and thinker. Her writing career began in the 1930s, with works spanning novels, poetry, and prose. Her first book, 'We Are the Ship,' is a memoir about her life with her husband. Despite the challenges in her marriage, she remained passionate about life and writing. Her other notable works include 'Gift from the Sea' and 'The Aviator's Wife,' which delve into themes of female identity, marriage, and the deeper questions of human existence. Lindbergh's writing has been praised for its insightful observations and beautiful language. Her works have had a wide-reaching impact both in the United States and internationally, influencing subsequent writers and considered an important figure in 20th-century American literature. more

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