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“In the pit of her stomach she realized that everything she raged against on Saturday night-- the restrictions, rules, and guidelines-- was born of an ancient fervor. Every rule ever established, from the beginning of time, invited mutiny.”

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Robin Jones Gunn
Robin Jones Gunn

Robin Jones Gunn (born April 18, 1955) is an American Christian fiction author known for her young adult and women's novels. She is best known for the 'Christy Miller' series and the 'Glenbrooke Stories' series, which have sold over 4 million copies worldwide and been translated into multiple languages. Her works often explore themes of faith, friendship, and personal growth, resonating with young readers. Born in Wisconsin, she now resides in Oregon, continuing her writing and speaking ministry. more

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