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“Lelia gave a dharma talk about letting go of self-definition: I can't do this because of what happened to me in my childhood; I can't do that because I am very shy; I could never go there because I'm afraid of clowns or mushrooms or polar bears. The group gave a gentle, collective laugh of self-recognition. Teresa found the talk helpful, as she had been having an extended interior dialogue during meditation about how septuagenarians from Torrance were fundamentally unsuited for Buddhism.”

Quote by Ann Patchett

Work

Commonwealth

Commonwealth is a thought-provoking novel that delves into the complexities of family dynamics and the repercussions of hidden truths. The story unfolds through the lives of interconnected characters, revealing the consequences of their actions and the secrets they have kept. more

Author

Ann Patchett
Ann Patchett

Ann Patchett, born on December 2, 1963, is a renowned American author. Her works are known for their profound character development and engaging storytelling, earning her numerous literary awards and the admiration of readers worldwide. more

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