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“My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.”

Quote by Mary E. Pearson

Work

The Adoration of Jenna Fox

This book delves into the complex world of a young woman named Jenna Fox, who wakes up from a coma to find her life and memories altered. The narrative explores the boundaries of human consciousness and the ethical implications of medical advancements. more

Author

Mary E. Pearson
Mary E. Pearson

Mary E. Pearson is an American author born in 1955. Her works are known for their deep emotions and rich imagination, especially in the field of young adult literature. Pearson's books cover a variety of themes, including race, gender, and identity, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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