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“I love the buildings. They're called skyscrapers. They're the closest thing to an ocean here. But it's an ocean that goes straight up, not flat out. They say that the body of water stretching away to the east of Manhattan is the ocean but it isn't. Not my ocean, anyway. It's weird because back home I just took it for granted, my grey-green sea. Now I have a granite ocean. It gives me the same happy-sad feeling I need sometimes. When I look straight up at the buildings I can feel alone in a good way. Not in that horrible way of no one knows me.”

Quote by Ann-Marie MacDonald

Book:Fall On Your Knees
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Fall On Your Knees

This novel is a rich tapestry of interconnected stories that delve into the complexities of familial relationships and the search for personal identity. Set in Canada, it follows the lives of the Grant family, from the early 20th century to the present day, and examines the ways in which their actions and choices shape their lives and those of their descendants. more

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Ann-Marie MacDonald
Ann-Marie MacDonald

Ann-Marie MacDonald is a renowned Canadian playwright known for her unique narrative style and profound social insights. Born on October 29, 1958, she has been creating dramatic works since the 1980s and has won numerous Canadian literary awards. more

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