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“He put the blinker on, pulled out onto the avenue. "Well, that was nice," she said, sitting back. They had fun together these days, they really did. It was as if marriage had been a long, complicatd meal, and now there was this lovely dessert.”

Quote by Elizabeth Strout

Work

Olive Kitteridge: Fiction

Olive Kitteridge is a richly detailed narrative that delves into the life of its protagonist, Olive Kitteridge, a woman whose experiences span several decades and various aspects of life in a small coastal town. The novel is known for its intricate character development and its exploration of themes such as love, loss, and the passage of time. more

Author

Elizabeth Strout
Elizabeth Strout

Elizabeth Strout (born January 6, 1956) is an acclaimed American author known for her nuanced portrayals of small-town life and human complexity. Born in Portland, Maine, she grew up in a literary family. Strout won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2009 for her novel 'Olive Kitteridge,' which was adapted into an award-winning HBO miniseries. Her other notable works include 'Amy and Isabelle,' 'The Burgess Boys,' and 'Anything Is Possible.' Strout's writing often explores themes of loneliness, family, love, and loss through the lives of ordinary people. She is praised for her concise yet powerful prose and deep psychological insight. Her works have been translated into multiple languages and have a global readership. more

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