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“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies! Love and Love and Love Again, Stargirl.”

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Love, Stargirl

In 'Love, Stargirl,' readers are introduced to a young girl named Stargirl, whose unconventional and imaginative nature sets her apart from her peers. The story follows her journey as she navigates the complexities of high school life, love, and self-discovery. The novel is celebrated for its poetic prose and the vivid portrayal of the characters' relationships. more

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Jerry Spinelli
Jerry Spinelli

Jerry Spinelli is a renowned American children's literature writer, born on February 1, 1941. His works are known for their humor, depth, and imaginative storytelling, enjoying great popularity among readers. His representative works include 'Stargirl' and 'Maniac Magee'. more

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