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“Now, if you asked him what he was going to do with himself, he'd tell you he guessed he might do anything he set his mind to. But he'd say it in a far-off way, as if he didn't really mean it or care much at all.”

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Book:American Blonde
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American Blonde

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Jennifer Niven
Jennifer Niven

Jennifer Niven is an American author born on May 14, 1968. Known for her poignant emotional storytelling and deep thematic explorations, her works primarily focus on young adult literature and adult fiction. Niven's novels have won numerous literary awards, including the American Library Association's Young Adult Choice Award. more

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