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Along for the Ride

This novel follows the journey of a young protagonist navigating the challenges of adolescence, including the dynamics of family life, romantic relationships, and the pursuit of personal identity. more

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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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“If I've learned anything in twenty-nine years, it's that every human being you see in the course of a day has a problem that's sucking up at least 70 percent of his or her radar. My gift - bad choice of words - is that I can look at you, him, her, them, whoever, and tell right away what is keeping them awake at night: money; feelings of insignificance; overwhelming boredom; evil children; job troubles; or perhaps death, in one of its many costumes, perched in the wings. What surprises me about humanity is that in the end such a narrow range of plights defines our moral lives.”

“I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.”

“When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant. All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them. Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through.”