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“Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.”

Quote by Neal Shusterman

Work

Downsiders

This book delves into the complex lives of characters who face discrimination and adversity, offering a poignant look at the human condition and the resilience of the human spirit. more

Author

Neal Shusterman
Neal Shusterman

Neal Shusterman is an acclaimed American author born on November 12, 1962. Known for his profound themes and imaginative storytelling, his works span across genres such as science fiction, fantasy, and young adult literature. more

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