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    Exile
    Exile
    Exile
    Audiobook9 hours

    Exile

    Written by Sarah Bourne

    Narrated by Helen Lloyd

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    Already wrestling with her own obsessive behavior and traumatic past, Kirstie faces even more shocking truths when her mother decides to visit.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamscape Media
    Release dateMay 10, 2022
    ISBN9781666583571
    Author

    Sarah Bourne

    Sarah Bourne is the author of several novels, including The Train. The winner of the 2017 Hunter Writer’s Centre prize for her short story "The Sounds of You," she also works as a counsellor and teaches yoga. She loves skiing, swimming, long dinners with friends, and walking her dogs. Born and raised in London, she has lived in the US and Japan and currently lives with her family in Sydney, Australia.

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    • 4/5
      A good story of forgiveness, fortitude, and redemption, well told.
    • 5/5
      I finished it in one day. Beautiful story of learning self love and acceptance.