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Moloka'i

Moloka'i is a poignant and evocative narrative that explores themes of identity, resilience, and the human spirit. The story follows the protagonist's journey from childhood to adulthood, as he navigates the harsh realities of the leper colony and the broader social and political landscape of Hawaii during a period of significant change. more

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Alan Brennert
Alan Brennert

Alan Brennert is an American author known for his historical novels. His works, often set against the backdrop of Pacific island history and culture, have won the hearts of readers. more

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