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“And of course I started to cry. Not for myself strangely enough, though I am sure I could have, with capital and interest, but no, not for myself. For my mother? Who can really itemise the cause of our human tears?”

Quote by Sebastian Barry

Book:The Secret Scripture
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The Secret Scripture

In this novel, an elderly woman reflects on her life, sharing her personal history and the secrets she has kept. The narrative intertwines her past with her present, offering a poignant exploration of identity, mental health, and the complexities of human experience. more

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Sebastian Barry
Sebastian Barry

Sebastian Barry is an Irish playwright known for his profound literary style and unique perspective on history. His works have won numerous literary awards, including the Nobel Prize in Literature. more

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Book:To Kill a Mockingbird: York Notes for GCSE
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