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“In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go. The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle.”

Quote by Garth Stein

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The Art of Racing in the Rain

This poignant story follows a terminally ill man who communicates his thoughts and feelings through his beloved dog. The narrative intertwines the man's racing career with his life's lessons and the unbreakable connection with his canine companion. more

Author

Garth Stein
Garth Stein

Garth Stein is an American author known for his unique literary style and profound themes, often exploring issues such as human-animal relationships, animal rights, and environmental protection. Born on December 6, 1964, Stein transitioned from a career in advertising to writing, achieving widespread acclaim with his first novel, 'The Memoirs of a Geisha'. more

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