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A View of the Harbour, by Elizabeth Taylor (1947)

juliana brina 10 de August de 2018 0 Comments

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A View of the Harbour, by Elizabeth Taylor (1947)

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Virago Modern Classics (designer Collection), 2013, 320 p. Goodreads
NYRB Classics, 2015, 320 p. Goodreads
Virago Modern Classics, 2018, 320 p. Goodreads
Originally published in 1947
My rating: 4 stars
I read this book for 20 Books of Summer

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