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Isla and the Happily Ever After

This book is a continuation of the story of Isla, who has grown up and is now facing new challenges and romantic possibilities in her adult life. more

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Stephanie Perkins
Stephanie Perkins

Stephanie Perkins is a renowned American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often revolve around themes of romance and the growth of youth, enjoying great popularity among young readers. more

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“Mi pantalonai. Me li infilai, come se stessi amputandomi le gambe. Adesso, mi dissi, per te tutto il mondo sarà in flanella grigia. L’avevo indossata, ne avevo fatto un sacco per chiuderci dentro l’infanzia. Come mi sentivo? Superiore? Vecchio? Saggio? Più pesante? Più forte? Mi trovavo eretto e diretto e di bell’aspetto, lusingato e favorevolmente impressionato? No, per niente.”