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“Il ragazzo è cattivo perché sua mamma è una ubriacona o un rottame. Gli lascia fare quello che vuole. Non gli insegna la differenza tra ciò che è giusto e ciò che è sbagliato. Non è a casa quando torna da scuola. Nessuno dice mai che suo padre è un ubriacone, o che non è a casa quando lui torna da scuola. E nessuno dice che alcuni di questi ragazzi sono solo maledettamente cattivi.”

Quote by Lionel Shriver

Book:We Need To Talk About Kevin
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We Need To Talk About Kevin

The story delves into the complex relationship between a mother and her son, focusing on the aftermath of a tragic event and the mother's introspection on her role in her child's life. more

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Lionel Shriver
Lionel Shriver

Lionel Shriver is a British journalist born on May 18, 1957. She is known for her unique writing style and profound insights into social issues. more

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