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“I can't talk about my childhood at all, because cannot say "I" when I mean "we," and if I say "we" it leads to a conversation about how I have a dead sister, instead of what I want to talk about. I found that out in the summer. So I don't talk about it.”

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Joan McEwan, a young woman with a gift for magic, navigates the complexities of adolescence and the supernatural while uncovering secrets about her family's history. more

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Jo Walton
Jo Walton

Jo Walton, born on December 1, 1964, is a British writer known for her works in science fiction and fantasy. Her writing often explores themes of humanity, society, and politics, and is celebrated for its unique perspective and profound insights. more

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