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“Once, I asked my mom why stars shine. She said they were night-lights, so the angels could find their way around in Heaven. But when I asked my dad, he started talking about gas, and somehow I put it all together and figured that the food God served caused multiple trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

Quote by Jodi Picoult

Work

My Sister's Keeper - Movie Tie-In: A Novel

This novel delves into the emotional and legal struggles of a family dealing with a rare genetic disorder. The story follows a young girl who becomes a legal adult and sues her parents for medical emancipation, sparking a profound examination of family bonds and medical ethics. 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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