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“I loved my dish towel. This one was two-toned, and had, on one side, stitchings of fat purple roses on a lavender background, and on the other side, fat lavender roses on a purple background. Which side to use? An optical-illusion namesake with which I could dry our dishes. It was soft and worn and smelled like no-nonsense laundry detergent.”

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The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

This book is a psychological drama that delves into the complex relationship between a young girl and her family, as she grapples with the extraordinary ability to taste the emotions of others through the food she prepares. The story is set in the 1970s and explores themes of identity, family dynamics, and the impact of one's unique abilities on personal relationships. more

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Aimee Bender
Aimee Bender

Aimee Bender is an American novelist celebrated for her imaginative and unique narrative style. Born on June 28, 1969, she has made a notable impact in the literary world with her thought-provoking themes and distinctive storytelling techniques. more

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