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The Death of the Heart, by Elizabeth Bowen

juliana brina 29 de April de 2016 0 Comments

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The death of the heart, by Elizabeth Bowen (1938)

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Anchor Books, 2000, 418 p.
First published in 1938
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My rating: 5 stars

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