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“Vicar: You ought to try [religion], one of these days," he said. "I believe you'd like it." I said: "but I have tried it, haven't I? I've been to church. It never seems to take.”

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I Capture The Castle

This novel is a poignant exploration of the complexities of family dynamics, love, and the passage from childhood to adulthood. Narrated by a young girl, it offers a vivid portrayal of a family struggling with financial hardship and social status amidst the backdrop of a changing world. more

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Dodie Smith
Dodie Smith

Dodie Smith was an English novelist, best known for her children's literature, particularly the Winnie-the-Pooh series, which has become a global classic. Born on May 3, 1896, in London, she passed away on November 24, 1990. more

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