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The Luxe

The Luxe is a historical fiction novel that delves into the opulent and complex lives of young women living in New York City during the Gilded Age. The story follows the lives of several privileged young women, their friendships, rivalries, and the societal expectations placed upon them. The novel is known for its vivid portrayal of the era's fashion, social customs, and the pursuit of status and wealth. more

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Anna Godbersen
Anna Godbersen

Anna Godbersen is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on April 10, 1980, she graduated from Columbia University. Godbersen's works are typically set in New York City, depicting the stories of teenagers from the upper class. more

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