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“The world was so unbearably pretty, and it continued being so all the way down the mountain to school. I felt slightly high because of the beauty, and the inside of my head tickled. I wondered if this is how artists go through life, with all of its sensations tickling their craniums like a peacock feather..”

Quote by Douglas Coupland

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Hey Nostradamus!

This book takes a light-hearted look at the life and work of Nostradamus, examining his predictions and their impact on history. It combines historical facts with humorous anecdotes, offering readers a unique perspective on the enigmatic figure. more

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Douglas Coupland
Douglas Coupland

Douglas Coupland is a Canadian novelist born on December 30, 1961. His works depict the complexity of modern society with a unique perspective and style, particularly focusing on personal identity, consumer culture, and technological development. His notable works include 'Generation X' and 'Shitty Millennial'. more

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