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“Leaning against his desk, Bob thought then of Little Annie, the plant that Lucy had. How Lucy was afraid that the plant had died, but it had not. Every leaf had fallen off, but then it broke through, a tiny little new green leaf at the top of it. What a thing this life force was, Bob thought”

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Elizabeth Strout
Elizabeth Strout

Elizabeth Strout (born January 6, 1956) is an acclaimed American author known for her nuanced portrayals of small-town life and human complexity. Born in Portland, Maine, she grew up in a literary family. Strout won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2009 for her novel 'Olive Kitteridge,' which was adapted into an award-winning HBO miniseries. Her other notable works include 'Amy and Isabelle,' 'The Burgess Boys,' and 'Anything Is Possible.' Strout's writing often explores themes of loneliness, family, love, and loss through the lives of ordinary people. She is praised for her concise yet powerful prose and deep psychological insight. Her works have been translated into multiple languages and have a global readership. more

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