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“And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.”

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Looking for Alaska

John Green's Looking for Alaska is a poignant and humorous narrative that follows the life of a young student at a prep school. The story delves into the complexities of teenage relationships and the search for meaning in life, all while the characters navigate the challenges of adolescence. more

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John Green
John Green

John Green is an American author known for his young adult literature. His works often explore themes such as adolescence, love, family, and identity, and have gained popularity among young readers. Green's books have won numerous literary awards and have become bestsellers. more

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