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The Little Friend by Donna Tartt

[Donna, ladies and gents, the goddess of beginning sentences: <For the rest of her life, Charlotte Cleve would blame herself for her son’s death because she had decided to have the Mother’s Day dinner at six in the evening instead of noon, after church, which is when the Cleves usually had it.> As well as the goddess of relatable characters. Harriet is a genius indeed. When I grow up, I want to be like 12-year old Harriet although I'd prefer to be a bit happier version of her.]