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“How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.”

Quote by Elizabeth Wein

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Code Name Verity

This novel follows the story of a young female pilot who is captured by the Nazis and forced to work as a spy. The narrative is told from the perspective of the protagonist, who is being interrogated by her captors. The book explores themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the resilience of the human spirit during one of the most tumultuous periods in history. more

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Elizabeth Wein
Elizabeth Wein

Elizabeth Wein, born on October 2, 1964, is a British writer known for her historical fiction and young adult literature. Her works are celebrated for their deep historical insights and nuanced portrayals of female characters. Her notable works include 'The Time Traveler's Wife' and 'Beautiful Mind', which have become bestsellers and have had a significant impact on young adult literature. more

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