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“The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.”

Quote by Sarah Dessen

Work

Along for the Ride

This novel follows the journey of a young protagonist navigating the challenges of adolescence, including the dynamics of family life, romantic relationships, and the pursuit of personal identity. more

Author

Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen

Sarah Dessen is an American bestselling author known for her young adult novels. Born on June 6, 1970, she has written numerous books focusing on teenage girls' coming-of-age stories, exploring themes of family, friendship, love, and self-identity. Her works are praised for their emotional depth and realistic character portrayals, often appearing on The New York Times bestseller list. Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and currently lives in North Carolina with her family. Her notable works include 'Just Listen,' 'Along for the Ride,' and 'The Moon and More,' which have been translated into multiple languages and gained a global readership. more

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