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“I told the students that they were at the age when they might begin to choose places that would sustain them the rest of their lives, that places were more reliable than human beings, and often much longer-lasting, and I asked them where they felt at home.”

Quote by Rebecca Solnit

Work

The Faraway Nearby

In this evocative work, the author weaves together personal anecdotes, fairy tales, and literary references to create a tapestry of interconnected narratives. The story delves into the complexities of mother-daughter relationships, the passage of time, and the power of storytelling as a means of understanding and coping with life's challenges. more

Author

Rebecca Solnit
Rebecca Solnit

Rebecca Solnit is an American writer known for her works on environmental, cultural, political, and social issues. Her writing spans a wide range of topics, including nature, travel, gender, and power. Her books include 'Wanderlust', 'A Field Guide to Getting Lost', and 'The Faraway Nearby'. more

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