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“And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.”

Quote by Alice Sebold

Book:The Lovely Bones
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The Lovely Bones

In this emotionally charged narrative, a young girl is tragically killed and her spirit watches over her loved ones from beyond the grave. The story delves into the complexities of grief, justice, and the enduring bond between the living and the departed. more

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Alice Sebold
Alice Sebold

Alice Sebold is an American author born on September 6, 1963. Her works are known for their profound psychological descriptions and unique narrative style, with notable titles including 'The Lovely Bones' and 'Black Swan'. She explores themes of humanity, memory, and redemption in her writing. more

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