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“I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.”

Quote by Sarah Dessen

Work

Dreamland

Dreamland delves into the history and consequences of the OxyContin crisis in the United States, offering an in-depth look at the impact of prescription drug abuse on individuals and society. 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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