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“My name is Attila.’ ah-til-ha. ‘That’s an unusual name,’ Jean said. ‘to whom?’ replied Attila cheerfully. ‘Well . . . everyone,’ said Jean. ‘not to the Hungarians or the Turks,’ said Attila. ‘your parents named you after Attila the Hun?’ Attila smiled. ‘Some people,’ he said, ‘name their baby girls Victoria.”

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Happiness

This book delves into the multifaceted nature of happiness, examining its psychological, philosophical, and sociological aspects. It explores the factors that contribute to happiness, the challenges faced in achieving it, and the potential benefits of a happy life. more

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Aminatta Forna
Aminatta Forna

Aminatta Forna is a British author of Sierra Leonean origin, renowned for her fiction and non-fiction works that explore themes of identity, memory, and the African diaspora. Born in 1964, she has penned several novels and essays that reflect her own experiences as a woman of African descent living in the UK. more

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