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“The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.”

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Emma Donoghue
Emma Donoghue

Emma Donoghue is an Irish-Canadian author renowned for her plays and novels. Her works are celebrated for their deep psychological insights and unique narrative style. Born on October 24, 1969, Donoghue's plays have been performed in several countries, and her novels have been translated into multiple languages. more

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