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“Cat, I'll let you in on a little secret. We don't all love our jobs every day. And doing something you have passion for doesn't make the work part of it any easier...It just makes you less likely to quit.”

Quote by Kate Jacobs

Book:The Friday Night Knitting Club
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The Friday Night Knitting Club

This book follows the story of a diverse group of women who share a common interest in knitting. As they gather weekly for their knitting club, they bond over their shared passion and support each other through personal triumphs and struggles. The narrative delves into the complexities of their lives, highlighting the power of community and the transformative effects of friendship. more

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Kate Jacobs
Kate Jacobs

Kate Jacobs, born on January 11, 1959, is a renowned American author. Her works span various genres, including novels, non-fiction, and children's literature. Jacobs' writing is celebrated for its emotional depth and rich imagination. more

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Book:Shirley
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