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“Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.”

Quote by Leif Enger

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Peace Like a River

This novel is a poignant exploration of the complexities of human relationships and the power of redemption. Set in the 1960s, it follows the lives of a father and his two sons as they navigate the challenges of life, faith, and love. The story delves into themes of forgiveness, family dynamics, and the search for peace amidst personal and societal turmoil. more

Author

Leif Enger
Leif Enger

Leif Enger is an American author born in 1961. His works are known for their profound character development and rich emotional expression. Enger's debut novel, 'The Book of Dreams,' won the Pulitzer Prize in 1992, propelling him to fame. more

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