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“(...) everything I'd been longing to get away from, true, but not through destruction. I'd wanted to leave home, but have it stay in place, waiting for me, unchanged, so I could step back into it at will.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Book:The Blind Assassin
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The Blind Assassin

Set in the 1940s and 1950s, this book is a complex literary work that combines elements of mystery, romance, and magical realism. It follows the lives of two sisters, Iris and Laura, and delves into the secrets and complexities of their family history. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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