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“Above Constance's desk were nude photographs of women in 1930s France, draped in provocative poses. She had put them there for Bob's viewing pleasure and in return he had placed African art of naked men above his desk for her.”

Quote by Cecelia Ahern

Work

One Hundred Names

In this thought-provoking novel, the author weaves together a tapestry of narratives that delve into the profound nature of personal identity and the impact of memory on one's sense of self. Each story is a piece of a larger puzzle, revealing the intricate connections between individuals and the legacy of their names. more

Author

Cecelia Ahern
Cecelia Ahern

Cecelia Ahern is an Irish novelist born on September 30, 1981. Her works are known for their warmth, humor, and profound emotional depth, which have won her a wide fan base. more

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