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“It wasn't till they were on the bridge that Delly asked RB, "So, Ferris Boyd's your favorite?" She didn't mind, mostly. RB answered so fast, though, she knew he wasn't fibbing. "She's my favorite friend," he told her. "You're my favorite everything.”

Quote by Katherine Hannigan

Book:True

Work

True

This book delves into complex philosophical and existential questions, examining the nature of truth and the ways in which individuals perceive and interpret reality. more

Author

Katherine Hannigan
Katherine Hannigan

Katherine Hannigan (born 1962) is an American children's author known for her warm, imaginative stories that explore themes of growth, friendship, and family. Her most famous works include 'Ida B' and 'True (Sort Of)', which have won several literary awards and been translated into multiple languages. With a background in education, Hannigan's writing style is simple yet poetic, resonating with young readers worldwide. She continues to write and inspire children to face life's challenges with courage. more

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