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“And tiny Leone smiled and took the book after Carmen carefully wrapped it up in paper and held it tight to her breast, as if she both loved it and was slightly scared of it, which were not, after all, the worst emotions to feel about a book.”

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The Christmas Bookshop

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Jenny Colgan
Jenny Colgan

Jenny Colgan is a British author born in 1972. Her works are known for their warm and humorous style, mainly focusing on romance novels and children's literature. Colgan's books have gained popularity worldwide, and she has won numerous literary awards for her unique narrative skills and rich imagination. more

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