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What Alice Forgot

In this engaging novel, the protagonist, Alice, wakes up from a ten-year-long coma with no memory of her past life. As she navigates the complexities of her new reality, she grapples with the loss of her old self and the challenges of rebuilding her life. The story delves into the intricacies of human memory, the nature of relationships, and the quest for self-identity. more

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Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty, born on November 15, 1966, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her humorous and insightful writing that delves into the complexities of human nature. Her works have gained popularity for their engaging storytelling and thought-provoking themes. more

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