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“I felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.”

Quote by Jerry Spinelli

Work

Love, Stargirl

In 'Love, Stargirl,' readers are introduced to a young girl named Stargirl, whose unconventional and imaginative nature sets her apart from her peers. The story follows her journey as she navigates the complexities of high school life, love, and self-discovery. The novel is celebrated for its poetic prose and the vivid portrayal of the characters' relationships. more

Author

Jerry Spinelli
Jerry Spinelli

Jerry Spinelli is a renowned American children's literature writer, born on February 1, 1941. His works are known for their humor, depth, and imaginative storytelling, enjoying great popularity among readers. His representative works include 'Stargirl' and 'Maniac Magee'. more

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