Month: June 2016
We’ve all been there as readers. You’re reading a book and the characters begin to fit into this cookie cutter mold of being like other characters you’ve read. Or they become less of character and more of a singular trait. Tropes are something we can’t avoid in literature and media. Some do a lot more harm than good, while others are just ehh. So here is a post about a few tropes that bother me.
Manic-Pixie Dream girl (MPDG)
We’ve all found our way to the end of a novel where the female protagonist or supporting character sole purpose was to make the main character step out of his shell. Do things unexpected and rebellious all the while she doesn’t truly exist to the readers outside of how she relates to the main character. Manic pixie dream girls are these 2-dimensional character curves that are more like an overzealous trait that uses women as props to help men change or “better” themselves. This trope is harmful because it plays into the ideology of male-centered story telling and woman are only here to help us. Always the quirky love interest never the superhero.
Melanin Deficient Dystopian (MDD)
You ever opened a dystopian novel and at some point wondered where are the people of color. Well, you’re in luck most of us have. MDD isn’t necessarily a character trope but a writing “trope”. These novels typically have a dynamic plot set in some dystopian setting where we get to meet a bunch of characters, none of which are POC. This writing style is harmful because, like, representation matters, and what does it say that a bunch of authors think that POC would die off, or when their are POC they tend to be congregated in the poorest colony.
The gay best-friend/ Gay in Theory
This trope has been dying down a lot lately in YA novels in my opinion. But essentially TGBF trope or GiT is when the author writes a character as being gay, but essentially its more for diversity points than an actual character. It’s GiT because you never learn about the gay character as it relates to him existing as a queer person. It’s like yeah she said he was gay on page 41 for a quick moment, but for the rest of the 500 pages the character doesn’t exist a queer person. It’s the gay brother to MPDG when it comes to tropes. We never learn about this character, only about how they can provide sass or advice to the main character.
Killing off the only black character
Let’s talk about how racism can seep it’s way into writing, intentionally and unintentionally. In Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Mass we literally read as the only black characters (who weren’t like slaves) die advance the plot of the white protagonist (Spoiler) . Do I even need to continue about how this trope is annoying. I don’t know how many books I’ve read where eventually the black character HAS to die so the White character characters plot can continue. This has to stop. It says that white characters are superior and a black character should be honored to die, because they’re death went to a good cause. This argument has taken shape lately in conversations about abelism due to Me Before You. Same song, different dance.
The love triangle
What if I told you a female main character doesn’t have to been in a love triangle for people to find her story interesting. Or that she doesn’t have to find anybody interesting on a relationship level. I’ve seen this A LOT more in YA novels with female protagonist, but what does that say to young female readers that you can be brave and courageous and do all these amazing things, however deep down your mind is stuck on boys. See hows its so hard to think of a YA book thats female-lead without a relationship because we still can seem to think of women as having agency over their body without having a male attached to it in some form. Love triangles are boring and does a disservice to the Main character and readers.
Mr. Perfect vs Mr.Average
please i’m so tired of the the new tall dark and mysterious guy who just moved into the town from some obscure hipster place in a love spat over someone with the average bookstore worker best-friend (who probably wears glasses). This trope just sets unrealistic fantasies for everyone.
The sassy Black friend
The sassy black friend has one task in you’re YA novel. To give you aunt Jemima wisdom in African American Vernacular and be the backbone for the soft spoken main character.This one note character trope is harmful because it depicts People of color as these aggressive people who are like guard dogs to protect the main character and feeds into the stereotype that all black people are sassy because 9/10 that’ll be the only black character in the novel.
Burying the gay character
Hey look I wrote a gay character. Now go on vacation for a few pages…or chapters…or books…
Killing the gay character
This is a troupe I’ve seen a lot of people in the queer community speak passionately about, where we get a gay character who is awesome and then boom they’re dead. By some force of nature or god. So yeah, stop killing us in novels.
The mystical ethnic friend
The mystical ethnic friend (MEF) has one job in your YA novel: to bring some magic to it. These characters are typically described as brownish or from a country in the middle-east, or practices voodoo and they’re really skilled in magic and they’re here to aid our warrior into the battlefield and protect them (until they eventually die, bc they always do.) This is a louzy trope because it relies on preconceived notions of people of color being these mystical exotic beings that have these cultures and norms that equates to witchcraft.
Lord of The Flies by William Golding is one of those novels people label as timeless and a classic, and a MUST read, so I read it.
As dystopian stories like Hunger Games and Battle Royale surge in popularity, this haunting tale of a group of young boys stranded on a desert island still captivates school children around the world, raising timeless and profound questions about how easily society can slip into chaos and savagery when rules and order have been abandoned.
General thoughts and review
I wasn’t expecting the book to get as graphic as it did at time. Tugging at the human elements and how easy it is for a group of people to turn from civilized to degenerates. A lot of the characters were dynamically different that it allowed for the nonsensical plotline to work perfectly. It’s something unsettling about reading a bunch of young teens killing and sodomizing pigs, barbaric in its nature it’s the picture of survival and group think. When good and evil clash, these boys turn over to evil. LotF is as much a psychological thriller as it is about society. Where the boys are equal parts paranoid of “the beast” and live, without actually seeing it, in fear of it. Typically I have a favorite character but I just didn’t care enough about any of them. I mean they were all just kind of annoying.
Diversity scale and critic
As far as diversity scale goes it was a bunch of teen boys stuck on an Island, it was probably more diversity among the animals they saw on the island. One big problem I have with this book is how unrealistic it seems. I don’t know if it was the fact that I walked in expecting a more realistic telling of people stuck on an island but nothing about this actually made sense. Also for a classic it sure was slow. Like first half of the book is boring slow. It also wasn’t anything special. It feels like also any other novel that tries to look into human nature and the tug for humanity when isolated and morals and judgments are abandoned.
I mean its a quick read if you don’t have anything to read. It’s your average dystopian novel except overpraised.
It was the winter break before I turned 18 and I was snowed in. I decided to binge watch Queer As Folk on Netflix, a TV show that chronicles the lives a gay white men living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It seemed for almost every episode that ended up at one of the local gay clubs in the area, this was my true first exposure to gay clubs. I’ve always watched a bunch of ballroom videos where predominately QPOC go to vogue and walk against each other all in good fun. (SEE: Paris is burning) There was something freeing about watching the sea of people on Queer As Folk dancing to the music. Sweaty, shirtless, and unapologetically. This made my excited for when I turned 18 because I wanted to go to a club just like that, with people just. like. me.
So fastward, now it’s spring and its my birthday weekend. I’m super pumped to go to my first gay club. So I freak out about what to wear, I mean the whole idea of the club is to find “someone” right? So I end up wearing these above kneecap shorts with a flannel tied around my waist, ankle high boots and a blue v-cut shirt. I thought I was cute, but also exposed -because for most of my life I’ve benefited from passing privilege – the line for the club was wrapped around the corner, with people of all genders, creed, and binaries waiting to get in. And while I felt at home waiting in line I was also cautious. Because we were outside, still in a hetero-normative environment. Where people like us are shamed for expressing who we are.
So for what seems like an hour and two or three cars staring at us, we finally made it inside the club. The music was blasting, people were sweaty and dancing and no one was judging, or laughing. Being inside the club felt like I was able to get finally get free -after about a few drinks -. It wasn’t like the TV though. It was a lot more diverse, but it wasnt magically like the show, it had its own magic to me. I enjoyed myself, I danced I laughed, I made new friends. Once it was time to go home and the club let everyone out, The smile I had, the joy that was brought to be by the environment was gone, because I knew I was entering into a space that was dominated with beliefs and practices that were against people like me. Which isn’t to say gay clubs are serendipitous, they too come with faults. They too still exemplify and uphold cisheteropartriachal practices at time. However for the most part being in the moment with the thumpa thumpa and people just like me, its a holy feeling, almost like church. Gay spaces are sacred grounds.
Which is to say that the shooting that happened in Orlando was a hate crime. It was him wanted to take away the few resources and spaces we have to call our home. It was his attempt to silence us, take away our happiness. And just to be clear and attack on any gay club is an attack on ALL gay clubs. My heart hurts for those who have loss their lives to such a violent act. This is something I can promise everybody on the spectrum fears. From cis passing white men, to the trans and non binary women of color. Women like Yaz’min Shancez, who were murdered for living their life authentically. This is our reality, this is our struggle. That people like the gunman in Orlando are so homophobic they’ll go to any lengths to harm us.
A lot of talk from the news and media has been saying it has relations to ISIS which I mean, yeah that sounds good if you want to push an anti-Muslim rhetoric to the american people, but we all know thats not true. I just feel like ISIS wouldn’t send someone to shoot up a gay nightclub that seems so left field, I feel like this is something someone who has a personal vendetta or hatred for a group of people would do, to his us where it hurts most during pride month. Just like the gunman who shot up the church. We’ve come so far in the movement for equality and my fear is that this incident will cause us to be pushed back. It will cause many more Americans who were ready to come out the closet to be more reluctant, and I just want to say to anyone who is considering coming out or dealing with anything don’t let this gunman win. Live your life authentically, be happy, get married, love unconditionally.
There isn’t a day that goes by that im afraid someone will decide today will be the day they will harm me because im black, or because im gay (Or because both) but to be afraid, to hide who I am to make someone else comfortable is to give them the power, to give them agency over my life and I don’t wish that for anyone. Lastly, give people time to grieve. Especially family and friends who had loved ones in PULSE, both living and dead. This tragedy hasn’t been easy for them. Do check in with your friends who are LGBTQIA+. Don’t feel like they NEED to talk to you, especially if you’re straight, offer an ear don’t force one. Be careful with what you share on social media, somethings might seem cool or catchy but might be false information or triggering.
I always marveled at rainbows, how even after the worst of storms it shined through.
Born August 2, 1924 James Arthur Baldwin was an African American novelist, essayist, playwright, and poet. With novels published such as Go Tell It on the Mountain, Notes of a Native Son, Giovanni’s room, Another Country, and Tell Me How Long The Train’s been Gone, Baldwins work has forever been immortalized in my heart.
Baldwin to me is what Rainbow Rowell is to YA reader lovers. Being both black and gay I find that my identities arent always represented in novels, it’s typically an either or. With Baldwin he masterfully gets my the angst I felt growing up with the duality as of being both black and gay while raised in a religious household. Baldwins novels often provoked thought with his imaginative writing and always challenging the status qou. Living during the Civil rights era Baldwin’s work often reflected the racial climate of his time. While many argue that he often hid behind white face (Writing characters who are white in hopes of getting published and more notoriety) his work is still none-the-less great.
I remember first reading his novel Giovanni’s room and realizing that their was an author out there who got it. Who understood where I was coming from and where I’ve. And while I realize that I’ve never been to Paris, nor am I a white gay male,. something about this book clicked with me. When we talk about authors and publishers who pushed the status qou and made way for LGBTQ novels, his name should be among the list of other like Larry Kramer, Rita Mae Brown, E. M Foster, and so many more!
Delaware, the morning of April 19. Senior Skip Day, and April Donovan’s eighteenth birthday. Four days after the Boston Marathon bombing, the country is still reeling, and April’s rare memory condition has her recounting all the tragedies that have cursed her birth month. And just what was that mysterious gathering under the bleachers about? Meanwhile, in Nebraska, Lincoln Evans struggles to pay attention in Honors English, distracted by the enigmatic presence of Laura Echols, capturer of his heart. His teacher tries to hold her class’s interest, but she can’t keep her mind off what Adrian George told her earlier. Over in Idaho, Phoebe is having second thoughts about the Plan mere hours before the start of a cross-country ploy led by an Internet savant known as the Mastermind. Is all her heartache worth the cost of the Assassins’ machinations? The Light Fantastic is a tense, shocking, and beautifully wrought exploration of the pain and pathos of a generation of teenagers on the brink—and the hope of moving from shame and isolation into the light of redemption.
General thoughts and review
Coming off the heels of her debut novel Sarah Comb’s sophomore novel The Light Fantastic is a Young Adult psychological drama that masterfully follows eight different characters all dealing in some way with “The Plan”. Combs does such a wonderful job at making sure the reader gets fleshed out characters with equal reading time. Right off the bat the book wastes no time getting you hooked with its plotline, giving you little to no time to put on your seat-belt and get ready for this roller coaster.
This novel centers around “The Plan”, however unlike many of the other novels with the same kind of situational plot line, Combs doesn’t care to much about the actually Plan in her writing, instead she gets into the minds of those involved and effected by The Plan. This novel is extremely detail oriented, centered so much around the small intimate moments that really define us a Human that the reader cant skip anything. Every little thing matters, every little detail. From the time stamps to even the messages in the chat room.
I’m typically not a fan of Multi-perspective stories because it’s so easy for me as a reader to get lost. However, I found the transition between characters to be smooth and each character had such different styles of writing and unique phrasing that made them #Distinguishable, and each character had a network of side characters that really sold the book for me. It allowed me as a reader to really humanize the main characters.
I think some of the biggest themes or motifs in this novel is that everything isn’t always so black and white, that there is a grey area. Sometimes people can be so lost and feel like they have no one in their corner, like they’re suffocating on their pain so much that they’ll do anything to get rid of it. In this novel The Glass Menagerie, is referenced and utilized a lot in symbolism. Having already read this play I got a few of the parallel s in the novel. — All of which you’ll understand even if you haven’t read the play.
Diversity Scale & Critics
The diversity scale is a new measuring tool I will use to measure how diverse a novel is. The Light Fantastic is on surface, diverse. There are quit a bit of characters with “Ethnic” last names, A pair of interracial lesbian moms, & A gay male character. While these characters are mentioned or play a part in the novel, their not the main characters nor is the novel set around their experiences with how they identify.
I don’t have to many critics about this book, I thought it overall was a good read. I don’t think it’s one of those books you should walk into wanting action. It’s intense and plays heavy into what makes people do the things they do and how people can be pushed to the edge. I know I stated this earlier but Combs did such a wonderful job at humanizing these characters and using small, intimate moments to do just that.
I thought the book was great, a lot of details and if you look hard enough you’ll find the message and the meaning behind the The light Fantastic. So beautiful, so poetic, so honest. I can tell the author took her time with everything. All in All I give this novel:
Peeps ya later
The sunrise had startled the morning out of Jason through his blinds. He arose out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. This morning he brushed his teeth to the rhythm of nothing. The TV was still positioned on the news station however, there was no one there to report. Only a countdown that ran across the screen in a vibrate red color. He had only 14 hours, 35 minutes, and 30…29..28 seconds left to spend with Adriano, who wasn’t in the room. Jason stumbled over the mess in the room to reach his phone that had been vibrating, it was a text from his mom. I just want you to know your father and I always loved you. Feeling a tear develop in his eye Jason tossed his phone across the room. Jason and his parents didn’t have the best relationship once he brought Adriano home, who is his dad had often called a lost dog. The truth Jason came out to his parents at sixteen, three years before he had even brought Adriano home, and his parents weren’t happy with it but they accepted him. It wasn’t until he brought his first boyfriend, Adriano, home did they have a problem with it. Perhaps they thought it was a phase, or that he wasn’t serious. Whatever the case might might have been the month after he turned eighteen his parents kicked both him and Adriano out the house, and he hadn’t heard from his parents since then. Jason grabbed his phone from the floor and deleted the message.
A few moments later Adriano had burst in the room carrying bags and completely out of the breath. “You will not believe the morning I had!” He announced.
Jason jumped off the bed. “Where have you been? Look at the countdown we only 14 hours and 5 minutes later until..” Jason couldn’t bring himself to speak up the inevitable. “We still have a few more things to get done on the bucket list” Jason tossed on a shirt and shorts. “Lets go!”
“Don’t you even wanna know whats in the bags?” Adriano said as he stopped Jason mid-track and gave him a kiss. “This is part of the bucket list” Adriano rips out a handful of pink peeps from the bag. “You said you wanted to do a peep eating contest so lets do it!”
The boys wasted no time and begun empty the bags of peeps, spread out across the bed was a sea of blue, purple, pink and yellows peeps for consumption. Jason laughed. “How did you even get all of these?”
“A lady never shares her secrets.So how are we doing this?”
“Okay, on the count of three we eat one at a time, we just have to make sure we keep track of how many we eat. Lets start with twenty.” The excitement in Jason’s voice spiked. The thought of eating twenty made Adriano barf a little in his mouth, but after all Jason did for him in his life this is the least he could do. He sacrificed everything to make sure Adriano was okay, even rejected his full ride to Pace University. So when Jason reached three the two begun to stuff their faces with peeps.Bite after bite of sugary marshmallows. They ended up completing 5 waves of peep eating. Each eating exactly one hundred. “I think we tied” the statement slid out of Jason’s mouth. Adriano was doubled over in the bathroom facing the toilet.
“Oh god I can’t take it, my stomach.” As adriano announced his pain to the room Jason tossed one more peep in his and forced his body to accept it.
“Ha, I win. I ate one hundred and one.”
Jason plopped on the peeps covered bed, holding his stomach hoping the ache would stop. Adriano made his way over and stood in front of the window and looked up at the sky. The last time he’d see it. a welcoming blue color. “Do you believe in Heaven Jason?”
” I believe in the Idea, I guess, I mean i’m suppose to believe that.” Jason said still holding his stomach.
“Do you believe we’ll go to heaven being that..” the sentence trailed off Adriano’s lips and he stared up at the clouds.
“I think if we’re going to haven that’d be great! If we go to Hell for being sinners that’s also fine!” Adriano looked at Jason in confusion. “Think about it, if god sends people to hell for being sinners then Hell has to be lit.”
“Or over crowded.” The two boys shared a laugh. Adriano made his to the bed and wrapped himself in Jason’s arms, his eyes still staring over at the sky. “Let’s take a quick nap and then finish our day.” The two slowly fell asleep to the silence.
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This tag was created by Naz who runs readdiversebooks. However I was tagged by the amazing Cinderzena. (I added hyperlinks so you can go to their pages and follow them. Trust me, ya know ya wanna.) For more book recommendations check out the #DiverseBookBloggers campaign on twitter.
All my summaries will come from Goodreads*
A book starring a lesbian character.
Sue Trinder is an orphan, left as an infant in the care of Mrs. Sucksby, a “baby farmer,” who raised her with unusual tenderness, as if Sue were her own. Mrs. Sucksby’s household, with its fussy babies calmed with doses of gin, also hosts a transient family of petty thieves—fingersmiths—for whom this house in the heart of a mean London slum is home.
One day, the most beloved thief of all arrives—Gentleman, an elegant con man, who carries with him an enticing proposition for Sue: If she wins a position as the maid to Maud Lilly, a naive gentlewoman, and aids Gentleman in her seduction, then they will all share in Maud’s vast inheritance. Once the inheritance is secured, Maud will be disposed of—passed off as mad, and made to live out the rest of her days in a lunatic asylum.
With dreams of paying back the kindness of her adopted family, Sue agrees to the plan. Once in, however, Sue begins to pity her helpless mark and care for Maud Lilly in unexpected ways…But no one and nothing is as it seems in this Dickensian novel of thrills and reversals.
A book with a Muslim protagonist.
Two sisters. Two lives. One future.
Sohane loves no one more than her beautiful, carefree younger sister, Djelila. And she hates no one as much. They used to share everything. But now, Djelila is spending more time with her friends, partying, and hanging out with boys, while Sohane is becoming more religious.
When Sohane starts wearing a head scarf, her school threatens to expel her. Meanwhile, Djelila is harassed by neighborhood bullies for not being Muslim enough. Sohane can’t help thinking that Djelila deserves what she gets. But she never could have imagined just how far things would go. . .
A book set in Latin America.
Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter by Mario Vargas Llosa
Mario Vargas Llosa’s brilliant, multilayered novel is set in the Lima, Peru, of the author’s youth, where a young student named Marito is toiling away in the news department of a local radio station. His young life is disrupted by two arrivals.
The first is his aunt Julia, recently divorced and thirteen years older, with whom he begins a secret affair. The second is a manic radio scriptwriter named Pedro Camacho, whose racy, vituperative soap operas are holding the city’s listeners in thrall. Pedro chooses young Marito to be his confidant as he slowly goes insane.
A book about a person with a disability.
Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
Lou Clark knows lots of things. She knows how many footsteps there are between the bus stop and home. She knows she likes working in The Buttered Bun tea shop and she knows she might not love her boyfriend Patrick.
What Lou doesn’t know is she’s about to lose her job or that knowing what’s coming is what keeps her sane.
Will Traynor knows his motorcycle accident took away his desire to live. He knows everything feels very small and rather joyless now and he knows exactly how he’s going to put a stop to that.
What Will doesn’t know is that Lou is about to burst into his world in a riot of colour. And neither of them knows they’re going to change the other for all time.
A Science-Fiction or Fantasy book with a POC protagonist.
Kamala Khan is an ordinary girl from Jersey City — until she’s suddenly empowered with extraordinary gifts. But who truly is the new Ms. Marvel? Teenager? Muslim? Inhuman? Find out as she takes the Marvel Universe by storm! When Kamala discovers the dangers of her newfound powers, she unlocks a secret behind them, as well. Is Kamala ready to wield these immense new gifts? Or will the weight of the legacy before her be too much to bear? Kamala has no idea, either. But she’s comin’ for you, Jersey!
A book written by an Indigenous or Native author
The Swan Book by Alexis Wright
The Swan Book is set in the future, with Aboriginals still living under the Intervention in the north, in an environment fundamentally altered by climate change. It follows the life of a mute young woman called Oblivia, the victim of gang-rape by petrol-sniffing youths, from the displaced community where she lives in a hulk, in a swamp filled with rusting boats, and thousands of black swans, to her marriage to Warren Finch, the first Aboriginal president of Australia, and her elevation to the position of First Lady, confined to a tower in a flooded and lawless southern city. The Swan Book has all the qualities which made Wright’s previous novel, Carpentaria, a prize-winning best-seller. It offers an intimate awareness of the realities facing Aboriginal people; the energy and humour in her writing finds hope in the bleakest situations; and the remarkable combination of storytelling elements, drawn from myth and legend and fairy tale, has Oblivia Ethylene in the company of amazing characters like Aunty Bella Donna of the Champions, the Harbour Master, Big Red and the Mechanic, a talking monkey called Rigoletto, three genies with doctorates, and throughout, the guiding presence of swans.
A book set in (or about) any country in Africa.
A Man Of The People by Chinua Achebe
By the renowned author of “Things Fall Apart,” this novel foreshadows the Nigerian coups of 1966 and shows the color and vivacity as well as the violence and corruption of a society making its own way between the two worlds.
A book set in South Asia.
Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
Amir is the son of a wealthy Kabul merchant, a member of the ruling caste of Pashtuns. Hassan, his servant and constant companion, is a Hazara, a despised and impoverished caste. Their uncommon bond is torn by Amir’s choice to abandon his friend amidst the increasing ethnic, religious, and political tensions of the dying years of the Afghan monarchy, wrenching them far apart. But so strong is the bond between the two boys that Amir journeys back to a distant world, to try to right past wrongs against the only true friend he ever had.
The unforgettable, heartbreaking story of the unlikely friendship between a wealthy boy and the son of his father’s servant, The Kite Runner is a beautifully crafted novel set in a country that is in the process of being destroyed. It is about the power of reading, the price of betrayal, and the possibility of redemption; and an exploration of the power of fathers over sons—their love, their sacrifices, their lies.
A sweeping story of family, love, and friendship told against the devastating backdrop of the history of Afghanistan over the last thirty years, The Kite Runner is an unusual and powerful novel that has become a beloved, one-of-a-kind classic
A book with a biracial protagonist.
Giovanni’s room by James Baldwin
Baldwin’s haunting and controversial second novel is his most sustained treatment of sexuality, and a classic of gay literature. In a 1950s Paris swarming with expatriates and characterized by dangerous liaisons and hidden violence, an American finds himself unable to repress his impulses, despite his determination to live the conventional life he envisions for himself. After meeting and proposing to a young woman, he falls into a lengthy affair with an Italian bartender and is confounded and tortured by his sexual identity as he oscillates between the two.
Examining the mystery of love and passion in an intensely imagined narrative, Baldwin creates a moving and complex story of death and desire that is revelatory in its insight
A book starring a transgender character or transgender issues.
George by Alex Gino
BE WHO YOU ARE.
When people look at George, they think they see a boy. But she knows she’s not a boy. She knows she’s a girl.
George thinks she’ll have to keep this a secret forever. Then her teacher announces that their class play is going to be Charlotte’s Web. George really, really, REALLY wants to play Charlotte. But the teacher says she can’t even try out for the part . . . because she’s a boy.
With the help of her best friend, Kelly, George comes up with a plan. Not just so she can be Charlotte — but so everyone can know who she is, once and for all.
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