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“I was appalled at the idea. Evaporate? Would that happen to me? I wanted to expand, to fill the void, to reclaim all that I had wasted. I wanted to fill the silence with all the words I had not yet spoken.”

Quote by Amy Tan

Work

Saving Fish From Drowning

In this novel, a diverse group of individuals embark on a trip to a remote island, each seeking personal salvation. The narrative intertwines their individual stories, revealing their struggles with self-discovery and the search for meaning. more

Author

Amy Tan
Amy Tan

Amy Tan, born in February 19, 1952, is a renowned film writer from the United States. Her works are characterized by profound character portrayal and unique cultural background, with notable works including 'The Joy Luck Club'. more

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