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“i am only beginning to realize how fragmented and uncoordinated I am. My left hand does not know what my right hand is doing. My heart tells me to go in one direction, and my mind another, and I do not know which to obey. I am furious with Mother for not being my mother, and I am filled with an aching tenderness I have never known before. There are rough waters below the surface of my consciousness, and strange, submarine winds. The submerged me is more aware of wild tides and undertows than the surface. One deep calls another, because of the noise of the water floods; all the waves and storms are gone over me. And above the surface the brazen sun shines, heat shimmers on the hills, and the long fronds of the golden willow Mother planted ten or more years ago droop in the stillness.”

Quote by Madeleine L'Engle

Book:The Summer of the Great-Grandmother
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The Summer of the Great-Grandmother

This novel delves into the tender bond between a young girl and her great-grandmother, set against the backdrop of a serene summer in the countryside. The narrative captures the essence of family history, nostalgia, and the passage of time, offering readers a glimpse into the complexities of intergenerational relationships. more

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Madeleine L'Engle
Madeleine L'Engle

American writer, born on November 29, 1918, and died on September 6, 2007. Madeleine L'Engle is renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels, with her most famous work being 'A Wrinkle in Time'. more

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