All I remember from The Magic Stones is the image of a young man, some stones and blocks, and an experiment revealing the most perfect shape.
In her 11th novel Toni Morrison returns to the foundation of most of her fiction: childhood and its traumatic effects.
In the fifth row first seat there was a slight boy named Matthew. He could not sit still under any circumstances whatsoever.
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