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“Second-hand American was spreading over him in patches, like mange or lichen. He was infested, garbled, and I couldn't help him: it would take such time to heal, unearth him, scrape down to where he was true.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Book:Surfacing
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Surfacing

This novel delves into the psychological depths of its protagonist as they navigate a mysterious and isolated underwater world, reflecting on their own identity and place in the world. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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