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“I imagined Stephen's companion was a beautiful woman. Her form and coloring changed with my moving thoughts, but the idea that she existed remained to nag at me, and even though she was only a spook of my jealousy, I couldn't stop the surge of fantasies about her and Stephen. By the time I left the library, I had invented several elaborate plots involving the two of them.”

Quote by Siri Hustvedt

Book:The Blindfold
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The Blindfold

In this gripping psychological thriller, the protagonist finds themselves in a perilous predicament, forced to navigate a treacherous landscape with only their instincts and a blindfold as their guide. The story explores themes of fear, trust, and the human psyche, as the protagonist grapples with the unknown and the potential consequences of their actions. more

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Siri Hustvedt
Siri Hustvedt

Siri Hustvedt is an American novelist born on February 19, 1955. Her works are known for their deep psychological insights and exploration of female experiences. Hustvedt's novels often blend philosophy, literature, and psychology, showcasing complex characters and inner worlds. more

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