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“That night, there was a girl at the dance. I gave her a rose. She was so happy. I didn't understand why she cared so much about a rose, a stupid rose that was missing petals. I understand now. Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like food. A beautiful thing like this rose -- I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost. That's how that girl was too.”

Quote by Alex Flinn

Book:Beastly

Work

Beastly

In this romantic fantasy novel, a young woman is cursed to become a beast and must navigate her new life while seeking a way to break the curse. The story explores themes of love, sacrifice, and the human condition. more

Author

Alex Flinn
Alex Flinn

Alex Flinn is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often explore the challenges and growth of adolescence, and are highly appreciated by young readers. more

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