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“There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You find in this way the path of your life.”

Quote by Michael Ondaatje

Book:The Cat's Table
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The Cat's Table

This book is a coming-of-age story that unfolds on the deck of a luxury liner. It follows the protagonist's journey of discovery and companionship with a diverse group of fellow passengers, as they navigate the complexities of life and the world around them. more

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Michael Ondaatje
Michael Ondaatje

Michael Ondaatje, born on September 12, 1943, is a renowned Canadian novelist. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound emotional expression, with notable titles including 'In the Skin of a Lion' and 'The English Patient'. more

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