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“What frightened me most was, I could no longer believe in my own life as a story. Everyone needs a story, a part to play in order to avoid the realization that life is without significance. How else do any of us survive? It’s what makes life bearable, even interesting. When it becomes neither, people say you’ve lost the plot. Or just lost it.”

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Book:In a Dark Wood
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In a Dark Wood

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Amanda Craig
Amanda Craig

Amanda Craig is a celebrated British novelist, born in 1959. Her novels frequently explore themes of class, power, and the complexities of modern life, characterized by her sharp wit and intricate character development. more

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