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“I find myself worrying away at that stuff about pop music again, whether I like it because I'm unhappy, or whether I'm unhappy because I like it. It would help me to know whether this guy has ever taken it seriously, whether he has ever sat surrounded by thousands and thousands of songs about . . . about . . . (say it, man, say it) . . . well, about love. I would guess that he hasn't.”

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Book:High Fidelity
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High Fidelity

In this acclaimed novel, the protagonist, a record store owner, navigates the intricacies of love and friendship while reflecting on the power of music. The story delves into the lives of the characters, their personal struggles, and the impact of music on their relationships, offering a poignant and humorous look at the human condition. more

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Nick Hornby
Nick Hornby

Nick Hornby is a renowned British novelist celebrated for his witty and insightful storytelling. Born on April 17, 1957, his works delve into the intricacies of modern life and human relationships. Known for his distinctive writing style, Hornby has captured the hearts of readers worldwide with his engaging narratives. more

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