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The story of how I, Julian Carter, and my precious two-year-old son, Stephen, came to be on that white sailboat, tossed about like a cork on a raging dark sea off the northern tip of Queensland in 1963, is harrowing, but it pales in comparison to being abandoned in that tempest.

#fantasy #christian

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For as long as you could remember, your mother, my teta, taught you to tread carefully through life.

#palestine

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On the seventieth anniversary of the Great October Socialist Revolution, Masha's grandmother, a rocket scientist, took Masha to the Church of St. John the Warrior in Central Moscow to be baptized.

#russia

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The monster stood not a tongue's length away, eyes fixed on our throats, shriveled brain crowded with fantasies of murder.

#series #fantasy

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When Saya sends a text to tell me she has a new boyfriend, I instantly write back: What's he like?

#Japan #books

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We agreed to meet a few hours after the funeral.

#memoir #prince harry #england #monarchy #royal family

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Prologue: "Behold: Kali tragus, the Russian thistle."

Chapter One: "'Welcome, my ultimate babes, you thieves and lovers, to the greatest spectacle this side of the Mississippi!'"

#folklore #yiddish #pogroms #russia

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The River Scheldt wound languidly from northern France through Belgium, taking a sharp westward turn at the port of Antwerp, where it became deep and wide enough to accommodate oceangoing ships.

#belgium #explorers #antartcia

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You wake up with the answer to the question that everyone asks.

#sri lanka

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First things first, Grandpa's gone.

#japan #cats #books

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Celia del Pino, equipped with binoculars and wearing her best housedress and drop pearl earrings, sits in her wicker swing guarding the north coast of Cuba.

#cuba #intergenerational

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"Oh gosh, is that the time? Sorry, I have to go," the man mumbled evasively, as he stood up and reached for his bag.

#japan

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From a very young age, I suspected there was more to my world than I could see: somewhere in the streets of Istanbul, in a house resembling ours, there lived another Orhan so much like me that he could pass for my twin, even my double.

#turkey #memoir

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When I first saw the Pera Palace, nearly twenty years ago, you had to have a rather specific reason for being in that section of Istanbul, like getting a lamp rewired or calling on a transgender prostitute. 

#history #istanbul #turkey #20th century

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Back in 1961, when women wore shirtwaist dresses and joined garden clubs and drove legions of children around in seatbelt-less cars without giving it a second thought; back before anyone knew there’d even be a sixties movement, much less one that its participants would spend the next sixty years chronicling; back when the big wars were over and the secret wars had just begun and people were starting to think fresh and believe everything was possible, the thirty-year-old mother of Madeline Zott rose before dawn every morning and felt certain of just one thing: her life was over. 

#chemistry #feminism

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I saw Lila for the last time five years ago, in the winter of 2005. 

#Italy #series

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Throughout the writing of this book, I kept thinking about the Epimenides paradox.

#Rwanda #politics