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“A book is a beautiful, paper mausoleum, or tomb, in which to store ideas... to keep the bones of your thoughts in one place, for all time I just want to say - "Hello. We can hear you. The words survived.”

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How to be Famous

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Caitlin Moran
Caitlin Moran

Caitlin Moran is a British columnist, journalist, and television personality known for her humorous and candid writing style. She focuses primarily on women, gender, and pop culture. Born on April 5, 1975, Moran's works include 'How to Be a Woman' and 'Bad Feminist', which have both received widespread attention and acclaim. more

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