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“Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.”

Quote by Jodi Picoult

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The Jodi Picoult Collection #3: Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes

The Jodi Picoult Collection #3 is a compilation of three distinct novels. 'Vanishing Acts' explores themes of identity and family secrets. 'The Tenth Circle' delves into the consequences of cyberbullying. 'Nineteen Minutes' examines the aftermath of a school shooting and its impact on the community. more

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Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult is an American best-selling author known for her emotionally rich and engaging novels. Her works often revolve around family, legal, and moral dilemmas, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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