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“Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down.”

Quote by Sarah Dessen

Work

What Happened to Goodbye

This book follows the journey of a young protagonist who grapples with the challenges of adapting to new environments and forming lasting connections. The narrative delves into the complexities of personal identity, the impact of mobility on one's sense of self, and the search for belonging. more

Author

Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen

Sarah Dessen is an American bestselling author known for her young adult novels. Born on June 6, 1970, she has written numerous books focusing on teenage girls' coming-of-age stories, exploring themes of family, friendship, love, and self-identity. Her works are praised for their emotional depth and realistic character portrayals, often appearing on The New York Times bestseller list. Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and currently lives in North Carolina with her family. Her notable works include 'Just Listen,' 'Along for the Ride,' and 'The Moon and More,' which have been translated into multiple languages and gained a global readership. more

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