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“He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.” I feel a rush of embarrassment, heat spreading up from my toes. His comment is so unexpected I don’t know what to say. He doesn’t seem embarrassed though. He just sits there looking at me. So typical Kent. He never understood that you can’t just say something like that.”

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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

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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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