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My Road To Publishing Actually Came Through A Colleague Who Connected Me To My Agent, And The Faculty At Cornell Was Very Supportive.

-Tea Obreht

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My Road To Publishing

Tea Obreht

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My Road To Publishing Actually Came Through A Colleague Who Connected Me To My Agent, And The Faculty At Cornell Was Very Supportive.

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