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“Do you have kids?" Anna asks. I laugh. "What do you think?" "It's probably a good thing," she admits. "No offense, but you don't exactly look like a parent." That fascinates me. "What do parents look like?" She seems to think about this. "You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across? Like that.”

Quote by Jodi Picoult

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My Sister's Keeper

This book delves into the story of a family facing profound challenges as a result of their daughter's medical condition. It raises questions about the rights of parents and the autonomy of children in the context of medical decisions. more

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Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult is an American best-selling author known for her emotionally rich and engaging novels. Her works often revolve around family, legal, and moral dilemmas, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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