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“Beep, beep,” Lindsay calls out. A few weeks ago my mom yelled at her for blasting her horn at six fifty-five every morning, and this is Lindsay’s solution.”

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Before I Fall

In this gripping novel, a high school senior finds herself trapped in a time loop, experiencing the same day repeatedly until she can unravel the mystery behind her death. The story explores themes of destiny, love, and the power of choices. more

Author

Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliver

Lauren Oliver, born in 1982, is an accomplished American author known for her profound emotional depth and imaginative storytelling. Her works have garnered widespread acclaim and have resonated with readers around the world. more

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