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“The two oldest fought in the First World War, the rest battled in the Second. They knew about Korea but not understanding what it was about didn’t give it the respect—the seriousness—Frank thought it deserved. The veterans ranked battles and wars according to loss numbers: three thousand at this place, sixty thousand in the trenches, twelve thousand at another. The more killed, the braver the warriors, not the stupider the commanders.”

Quote by Toni Morrison

Book:Home

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Home

The book titled 'Home' delves into the multifaceted idea of what home means to different individuals. It examines themes of identity, memory, and the emotional ties that bind people to places and to each other. The narrative likely follows characters navigating personal histories, relationships, and the search for a sense of security and acceptance, reflecting on how home can be both a physical space and a state of mind. more

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Toni Morrison
Toni Morrison

Toni Morrison is an American novelist known for her profound portrayal of the history and culture of African Americans. Her works often explore issues of race, gender, and identity, with her most famous novels being 'The Bluest Eye' and 'Sula'. more

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