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“I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.”

Quote by Anna Godbersen

Book:Envy

Work

Envy is a fictional narrative that delves into the complexities of human emotions, particularly focusing on the destructive nature of envy and its impact on personal relationships and societal dynamics. more

Author

Anna Godbersen is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on April 10, 1980, she graduated from Columbia University. Godbersen's works are typically set in New York City, depicting the stories of teenagers from the upper class. more

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