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“He never talked about his mother--and I had learned never to ask--but I sometimes sensed her absence in his reactions to certain events, as if he knew even then that there existed under everything a universal grief.”

Quote by Karen Thompson Walker

Book:The Age of Miracles

Work

The Age of Miracles

In this thought-provoking novel, the world experiences a series of inexplicable and transformative events that alter the very fabric of reality. The story follows the lives of individuals as they navigate the profound changes, questioning the nature of time, faith, and human resilience. more

Author

Karen Thompson Walker

Karen Thompson Walker is an American author known for her unique science fiction novels. Her works often explore profound themes of human existence, such as time, memory, and identity. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, she has achieved significant accomplishments in her writing career. more

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