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“Without the aid of the visual cues of the person she talked to, conversations on the phone often baffled her. Words sometimes ran together, abrupt changes in topic were difficult for her to anticipate and follow, and her comprehension suffered. Although writing presented its own set of problems, she could keep them hidden from discovery because she wasn't restricted to real-time responding.”

Quote by Lisa Genova

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Still Alice

Still Alice is a narrative that follows Alice Howland, a linguistics professor, as she faces the devastating diagnosis of early-onset Alzheimer's disease. The story delves into the emotional and intellectual challenges Alice encounters, offering a raw and intimate portrayal of the disease's impact on her life, relationships, and career. The novel explores themes of identity, memory, and the human spirit in the face of adversity. more

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Lisa Genova
Lisa Genova

Lisa Genova, born in 1970, is an American author known for her insightful exploration of medicine, psychology, and human emotions in her works. more

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