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“We would not wake up from this nightmare to find out it was someone's real life, and for once that someone wasn't just a poor unlucky nobody in a shack you could forget about. It was our life, the only one we were going to have.”

Quote by Barbara Kingsolver

Book:The Poisonwood Bible
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The Poisonwood Bible

Barbara Kingsolver's 'The Poisonwood Bible' is a narrative that unfolds in the Congo during the 1960s, focusing on the Price family and their experiences under the guidance of their father, a missionary. The story delves into the complexities of colonialism, the impact of religious beliefs on personal and societal levels, and the intricate dynamics within the family unit. The novel is told from the perspectives of the Price daughters, each offering a unique and emotionally charged account of their time in Africa. more

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Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver is an American novelist known for her insightful social commentary and rich literary imagination. Her works often explore themes of environmental protection, social justice, and women's issues, and have gained widespread popularity. Born on April 8, 1955, in Arkansas, USA, Kingsolver grew up in Arkansas and Mexico, and later earned a BA in literature from Amherst College and an MA in comparative literature from Columbia University. more

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