Carol Birch


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Manchester, England, The United Kingdom
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Carol Birch is the author of eleven previous novels, including Turn Again Home, which was long-listed for the Man Booker Prize, and Jamrach’s Menagerie, which was a Man Booker Prize finalist and long-listed for the Orange Prize for Fiction and the London Book Award.

Average rating: 3.56 · 9,261 ratings · 1,361 reviews · 23 distinct worksSimilar authors
Jamrach's Menagerie

3.58 avg rating — 7,489 ratings — published 2011 — 44 editions
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Orphans of the Carnival

3.37 avg rating — 1,259 ratings — published 2016 — 12 editions
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Scapegallows

3.73 avg rating — 251 ratings — published 2009 — 4 editions
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The Naming of Eliza Quinn

3.57 avg rating — 124 ratings — published 2005 — 2 editions
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Turn Again Home

3.85 avg rating — 46 ratings — published 2003 — 2 editions
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Little Sister

3.88 avg rating — 16 ratings — published 1998 — 4 editions
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Life in the Palace

3.55 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 1988 — 4 editions
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The Fog Line

3.67 avg rating — 9 ratings — published 1991 — 2 editions
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Come Back Paddy Riley

2.60 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 2000 — 4 editions
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Lou Gehrig: The Story of a ...

4.50 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 2002
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“It was the first smile of my life. Of course, that is a ridiculous thing to say; I had been smiled at often, the big man had smiled at me not a minute since. And yet I say: it was the first smile, because it was the first that ever went straight into me like a needle too thin to be seen.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie

“There's no way out of this, it's stark: live or die. Every given moment a bubble that bursts. Step on, from one to the next, ever onwards, a rainbow of stepping stones, each bursting softly as your foot touches and passes on. Till one step finds only empty air. Till that step, live.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie

“It was then I truly realised the whale is no more a fish than I am. So much blood. This was not like the fish on the quay, fresh caught, lying flipping and flopping, death on a simmer. This was a fierce, boiling death. She died thrashing blindly in a slick of gore, full of pain and fury, gnashing her jaws, beating her tail, spewing lumps of slime and half-digested fish that fell stinking about us. It was vile. So much strength dies slowly.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie



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