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“The sensation that for the world to exist with an object of such beauty in it—and for that object to be unattainable—was the very sweetest kind of pain imaginable.”

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Book:A History of Loneliness
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A History of Loneliness

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John Boyne
John Boyne

John Boyne is an Irish novelist known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into historical events. His works often focus on young adult readers, exploring complex issues of humanity and society. more

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