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The Paying Guests

In this atmospheric and suspenseful story, a woman and her sister take in lodgers to make ends meet during the Great Depression. The arrival of a mysterious couple adds a layer of intrigue and danger to their lives, as secrets and desires intertwine in a tense and compelling narrative. more

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Sarah Waters
Sarah Waters

Sarah Waters is a renowned British contemporary novelist, born on July 21, 1966. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound social insights, particularly for her focus on female emotions and gender issues. Her notable works include 'Fictional Holmes' and 'Tipping the Velvet'. more

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