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“I used to think that. But then I realized, believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people. It must be, because enough people live here, and they can't all think it's ugly." He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly see the beauty that's there.”

Quote by Jennifer Niven

Book:All the Bright Places
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All the Bright Places

This novel follows the story of two teenagers, who, after meeting under unusual circumstances, forge a deep bond. The narrative delves into the complexities of mental illness and the impact it has on individuals and their relationships. The story is a poignant exploration of life, love, and the search for meaning. more

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Jennifer Niven
Jennifer Niven

Jennifer Niven is an American author born on May 14, 1968. Known for her poignant emotional storytelling and deep thematic explorations, her works primarily focus on young adult literature and adult fiction. Niven's novels have won numerous literary awards, including the American Library Association's Young Adult Choice Award. more

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