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“She heard it from her friend Sax's cousin that lived in Northern Virginia. Kids up there evidently had brains coming out of their ears, to the extent of needing to meet up with other kids for brain-to-brain combat.”

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Book:Demon Copperhead
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Demon Copperhead

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Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver is an American novelist known for her insightful social commentary and rich literary imagination. Her works often explore themes of environmental protection, social justice, and women's issues, and have gained widespread popularity. Born on April 8, 1955, in Arkansas, USA, Kingsolver grew up in Arkansas and Mexico, and later earned a BA in literature from Amherst College and an MA in comparative literature from Columbia University. more

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