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Theodora Sarah Abigail

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Born

in Jakarta, Indonesia

Twitter

hellohonebi

Genre

Poetry, Nonfiction, Memoir

Member Since

March 2015

URL

https://www.goodreads.com/honebi

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Theodora Sarah Abigail is a beating heart in a warm body, and prefers to be called Ebi. She loves drinking tea and making beautiful things with her hands. You can find her on Twitter as @hellohonebi and on Instagram as @theodorasarahabigail.

She is entirely, absolutely ordinary.

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Average rating: 3.86 · 174 ratings · 45 reviews · 3 distinct works • Similar authors

	In the Hands of a Mischievous God 3.85 avg rating — 140 ratings — published 2017	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Medusae by Theodora Sarah Abigail (Goodreads Author), Nadiyah Rizki Suyatna (Illustrator) 3.81 avg rating — 32 ratings — published 2021	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Warchild it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars

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I Write When I Am Sad, and Hell is Other People

A heart never breaks all at once. It does so in parts, much like a good book. Each turn of a page reveals new horrors–new ways of experiencing similar pains–and as you read on you hold secret hopes that certain characters will soon exit the premises. At the same time you hope for others to return. You furtively eyeball the words of each page until they become blurry, looking for the slightest ment