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“I have never understood people who want to keep their children as babies and regret every year that they grow older. I myself sometimes felt that I could hardly wait; I wanted to see exactly what Rosalind would be like in a year's time, a year after that, and so on. There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think than having a child that is your, and yet is mysteriously a stranger. You are the gate through which it came into the world, and you will be allowed to have charge of it for a period; after that it will leave you and blossom out into its own free life -- and there it is, for you to watch, living its life in freedom. It is like a strange plant which you have brought home, planted, and can hardly wait to see how it will turn out.”

Quote by Agatha Christie

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Agatha Christie: An Autobiography

Agatha Christie: An Autobiography is a candid look into the life of the famous British author. The book covers her early years, her writing career, and personal anecdotes, providing a comprehensive view of her life and the factors that influenced her work. more

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Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie, a renowned British detective novel writer, is known as the Queen of Detective Fiction. She was born on September 15, 1890, and passed away on January 12, 1976. Christie's works are characterized by intricate plots, unique reasoning, and vivid characters, and have had a profound impact on detective fiction worldwide. more

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