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The Lathe Of Heaven

In this thought-provoking science fiction novel, a gifted psychologist is able to alter the dreams of his patients, thereby changing their waking lives. His experiments lead to profound questions about the nature of reality, the power of human will, and the potential consequences of tampering with the fabric of existence. more

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Ursula K. Le Guin
Ursula K. Le Guin

Ursula K. Le Guin, born on October 21, 1929, is an esteemed American author of science fiction and fantasy. Known for her profound philosophical insights, rich imagination, and unique narrative style, Le Guin's works have won numerous literary awards and have had a significant impact on science fiction and fantasy literature. Her most famous works include the 'Earthsea' series and 'The Left Hand of Darkness', which have won her awards such as the Nebula and Hugo Awards, and she has also received the National Book Award for lifetime achievement for her contributions to literature. more

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