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“I hadn't understood funeral pyres before, but now I do. It's ghastly to burn someone you love but watching the smoke going into the sky, I think that's rather beautiful now. And I wish Tess could be up in the sky. Somewhere with color and light and air.”

Quote by Rosamund Lupton

Book:Sister

Work

Sister

This book delves into the intricate dynamics of siblinghood, examining the love, conflict, and growth that define the bond between two sisters. more

Author

Rosamund Lupton
Rosamund Lupton

Rosamund Lupton is a British author born in 1964. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Lupton is known for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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