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Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague

This novel delves into the lives of the residents of a small English village during the devastating Great Plague of 1666. The story follows the experiences of a young woman who becomes the village's midwife, witnessing the profound changes and hardships brought about by the epidemic. The narrative explores themes of survival, faith, and the resilience of the human spirit amidst the chaos of the plague. more

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Geraldine Brooks
Geraldine Brooks

Geraldine Brooks is an Australian journalist known for her in-depth investigative reporting and unique narrative style. She has over 30 years of experience in the news industry, having worked as a journalist and editor for The Sydney Morning Herald, among other news organizations. more

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