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Some cleric putting a match to her. /Neither of them looks happy about it. /Once lit, she'll burn like a book, /like a book that was ever finished, /like a locked-up library.

Margaret Atwood

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Margaret Atwood
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
Essayist
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Non-Fiction Writer
Novelist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Ottawa (Ontario)
Margaret Eleanor Atwood
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