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“A peach, slightly unbalanced, so that it listed to one side, its hue the color of an early sunrise. Had George remembered their conversation at the party and left the peach for her to eat? Strange. For a moment she thought it might be a trompe l'oeil work of art, some fantastic piece of glass. She leaned over and sniffed. The blooming perfume was unmistakable. She touched it with the tip of her finger. The peach was not quite ripe, but it was real. The next day, she checked the kitchen as soon as she arrived. The peach lay there still, blushing deeper in the window light. She bent to smell, and the perfume was headier then before, a scent of meadows and summers home from school. Still unripe. Was George waiting to eat this beauty?”

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Book:The Cookbook Collector
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The Cookbook Collector

This book explores the life of an individual deeply fascinated by the culinary history encapsulated in vintage cookbooks. The story delves into the collector's personal journey, intertwining his obsession with the art of cooking and the stories behind each book he acquires. more

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Allegra Goodman
Allegra Goodman

Allegra Goodman is an American author born in 1967. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, short story collections, and children's literature. Goodman's writing often explores moral dilemmas, social justice, and the complexities of human behavior. more

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