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Paul Millerd
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they were still young enough to understand time in semesters
Gabrielle Zevin • Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow: A novel
An aunt stayed on hoping to curry favor with my mother and named me Hawk, Circe, for my yellow eyes, and the strange, thin sound of my crying.
Madeline Miller • CIRCE
Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different colour, a different foam-capped height, but always the same restless intensity pulling towards the horizon.
Madeline Miller • Circe: The International No. 1 Bestseller - Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
She spoke each word as if it were a stone she built her future with.