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“That night the mosquitoes ate us up. I had bites all over my body. Back home I thought mosquitoes never bit black people. Not as much as they bit white people, anyway. Maybe Vietnamese mosquitoes just bit blacks and whites and didn’t bite Asians.”

Quote by Walter Dean Myers

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Fallen Angels

This novel delves into complex characters and their struggles with personal demons, set against the backdrop of modern life. more

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Walter Dean Myers
Walter Dean Myers

Walter Dean Myers was an American author renowned for his contributions to young adult literature. His works frequently addressed social issues and the experiences of African Americans, earning him numerous awards and recognition throughout his career. more

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