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“Jane had tried that with Mothers Group and failed. She just couldn't relate to those bright, chatty women and their bubbly conversations about husbands who weren't "stepping up" and renovations that weren't finished before the baby was born and that hilarious time they were so busy and tired they left the house without putting on any makeup! (Jane, who was wearing no makeup at the time, and never wore makeup, had kept her face blank and benign, while she inwardly shouted: What the fuck?)”

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Big Little Lies

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Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty, born on November 15, 1966, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her humorous and insightful writing that delves into the complexities of human nature. Her works have gained popularity for their engaging storytelling and thought-provoking themes. more

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