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“It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.”

Quote by Jamaica Kincaid

Book:Lucy: A Novel

Work

Lucy delves into the intricacies of human connection and the depths of personal struggle, offering a rich tapestry of emotional experiences. more

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Jamaica Kincaid

Jamaica Kincaid is a celebrated novelist known for her distinctive style and poignant storytelling. Born on May 25, 1949, she has made significant contributions to the literary world with her works that often explore themes of identity, colonialism, and the complexities of the human experience. more

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Book:Lucy: A Novel

Source: Lucy: A Novel

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Book:Lucy: A Novel

Source: Lucy: A Novel

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Book:My Garden (Book)

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