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“This is the gift of focus, or wilful denial, and it is something boys are particularly good at. Girls—at least where I grew up—tend to be more emotionally balanced and sane, and therefore find the kind of all-excluding concentration you need to care about dinosaurs, taxonomy, philately and geopolitical schemes a bit worrying and sad. Girls can grasp the bigger picture (i.e., it might be better not to destroy the world over this), where boys have a perfect grip on the fine print (i.e., this insidious idea is antithetical to our existence and cannot be allowed to flourish alongside our peace-loving, free society). Note carefully how it is probably better to let the girls deal with weapons of mass destruction.”

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The Gone-Away World

The story follows a young protagonist who embarks on a journey through a world that has become increasingly surreal and disconnected from its past. The narrative explores themes of identity, memory, and the human condition amidst a backdrop of futuristic technology and political intrigue. more

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Nick Harkaway
Nick Harkaway

Nick Harkaway, born in 1972, is a talented British novelist known for his imaginative works, deep themes, and complex narrative structures. His novels often deal with technology, politics, and social issues, and have been well-received by readers. more

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