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“And oh she had been broken. She hid it well, but Ross knew from personal experience that once you had put the pieces together, even though you might look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall”

Quote by Jodi Picoult

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Second Glance

In this thought-provoking novel, the protagonist grapples with the complexities of memory and self-identity after experiencing a mysterious event that alters their perception of reality. more

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Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult is an American best-selling author known for her emotionally rich and engaging novels. Her works often revolve around family, legal, and moral dilemmas, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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