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The Summer of the Great-Grandmother

This novel delves into the tender bond between a young girl and her great-grandmother, set against the backdrop of a serene summer in the countryside. The narrative captures the essence of family history, nostalgia, and the passage of time, offering readers a glimpse into the complexities of intergenerational relationships. more

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Madeleine L'Engle
Madeleine L'Engle

American writer, born on November 29, 1918, and died on September 6, 2007. Madeleine L'Engle is renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels, with her most famous work being 'A Wrinkle in Time'. more

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