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“They didn't realize that her clumsiness was not the ordinary kind, not poor coordination. It was just because she wasn't sure where the edges of her body ended and the rest of the world began.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Book:The Robber Bride
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The Robber Bride

The Robber Bride, a novel by Margaret Atwood, centers on three women—Tony, Charis, and Roz—who are brought together by their shared history with Zenia, a charismatic and destructive woman. The story delves into themes of friendship, betrayal, and the complexities of female relationships, as the protagonists confront the lingering impact of Zenia's manipulative actions on their lives. Through alternating perspectives and flashbacks, the narrative examines how each woman's past encounters with Zenia shaped their identities and choices, ultimately leading to a tense reunion that forces them to reckon with unresolved emotions and secrets. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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