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“I saw a bubble float past my window, fat and wobbly and ripening towards that dragonfly blue they turn just before they burst. So I looked down at the yard and there you were, you and your mother, blowing bubbles at the cat, such a barrage of them that the poor beast was beside herself at the glut of opportunity. She was actually leaping in the air, our insouciant Soapy! Some of the bubbles drifted up through the branches, even above the trees. You were too intent on the cat to see the celestial consequences of your worldly endeavours. They were very lovely. Your mother is wearing her blue dress and you are wearing your red shirt and you were kneeling on the ground together with Soapy between and that effulgence of bubbles rising, and so much laughter. Ah, this life, this world.”

Quote by Marilynne Robinson

Book:Gilead
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Gilead

Gilead is a deeply moving narrative that follows the life of a pastor named John Ames, reflecting on his past and the legacy he leaves behind. The story is narrated through a series of letters to his young son, providing a poignant and introspective look at the complexities of human existence, religious belief, and the enduring bonds of family. more

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Marilynne Robinson
Marilynne Robinson

Marilynne Robinson is an American novelist known for her profound religious and moral themes. Her works often explore personal faith, social justice, and human relationships, earning her widespread acclaim. Born on November 26, 1943, Robinson's novels 'Gilead' and 'Housekeeping' have received extensive praise. more

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