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“How does fear become so powerful? We can’t see it. We can’t touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us. Sigh. I hate feeling afraid, and I hate, hate, HATE feeling out of control.”

Quote by Gena Showalter

Work

Oh My Goth

Oh My Goth is a young adult novel that centers on a protagonist navigating the complexities of high school life while embracing a goth aesthetic. The story delves into the protagonist's struggles with fitting in, dealing with peer pressure, and confronting personal loss, all while maintaining a strong sense of individuality. The narrative examines the tension between outward appearance and inner identity, highlighting how subcultures can provide a sense of belonging and empowerment. Through its goth-themed setting, the book addresses broader themes of nonconformity, friendship, and the search for authenticity in a world that often demands conformity. more

Author

Gena Showalter
Gena Showalter

Gena Showalter is an American author born in 1975. She is known for her works in the genres of fantasy and young adult literature, particularly for her romance fantasy novels. Her books have gained widespread popularity and have been recognized with numerous literary awards. more

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