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“God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world, even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all that's happened, the inkles ain't easy anymore. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?”

Quote by D.B.C. Pierre

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Vernon God Little

In this darkly humorous and poignant narrative, Vernon God Little, a seemingly ordinary high school student, becomes entangled in a tragic event that rocks his small Texas town. The story delves into the complexities of adolescence, the search for identity, and the impact of violence on a community. Vernon's journey is both a coming-of-age tale and a commentary on the American Dream and the American psyche. more

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D.B.C. Pierre
D.B.C. Pierre

D.B.C. Pierre, born in 1961, is a renowned writer known for his unique literary style and profound thematic exploration. His works have won wide acclaim and are beloved by readers. more

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