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Takekurabe 'Growing Up'
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Throughout history, many female writers have used male pen names for their work to be published or taken seriously.
In collaboration with the Women’s Prize for Fiction, we have put their real names on the front of their work for the first time to honour their achievements and give them the credit they deserve.
The collection of books celebrate the Women’s Prize for Fiction’s 25th anniversary of championing female writers everywhere.
In collaboration with the Women’s Prize for Fiction, we have put their real names on the front of their work for the first time to honour their achievements and give them the credit they deserve.
The collection of books celebrate the Women’s Prize for Fiction’s 25th anniversary of championing female writers everywhere.
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“Girlhood is not an easy road.
“There were things Midori could not talk about. Sad thoughts accumulated, vague thoughts that she could not define herself—thoughts that would never have come to the Midori of yesterday. How was she to describe the shame she felt? If only she could hide in a dark room, speaking to no one and showing her face to no one. She might have gloomy thoughts even then, but surely she would not be driven to these extremes of depression if it were not for the embarrassment of having to meet people. Ah, if she could go on forever with her dolls and her cutouts, if she could go on playing house, what a joy it would be. She hated it, hated it, she hated growing up. Why did she have to grow old? If she could only go back seven months, ten months, a year—it was as though she were already an old woman.””
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