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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

This novel is a blend of fantasy and historical fiction, following the journey of a young boy who uncovers a hidden world of peculiar children with unique talents. Set during World War II, the story delves into the lives of these children and their mysterious guardian, Miss Peregrine, as they face danger and uncover secrets from the past. more

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Ransom Riggs
Ransom Riggs

Ransom Riggs is an American writer known for his unique literary style and modern interpretations of classic stories. Born in 1980, he graduated from Stanford University with a major in English literature. Riggs' works often blend fantasy, suspense, and literary elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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