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“Summertime! And summertime in my early twenties! And in love! No, better than that - secretly in love, coddling it up in myself. It's an odd feeling, coming rarely more than once in most of our lifetimes. In books, as often as not, they represent it as a sort of anguish but it wasn't so for me. Later perhaps, but not then.”

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Book:A Month in the Country
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A Month in the Country

This novel is a reflective and introspective work that follows the experiences of a city-dweller as they spend a month in the English countryside. The story delves into the complexities of social interactions and the transformation of the protagonist's perspective on life and society. more

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J.L. Carr

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