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Pretties

This book is a continuation of a series that delves into the complexities of a society where physical appearance is of paramount importance. It examines the consequences of adhering to unrealistic beauty standards and the struggles of individuals who challenge these norms. more

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Scott Westerfeld
Scott Westerfeld

Scott Westerfeld (born May 5, 1963) is an acclaimed American author of young adult science fiction and fantasy novels. He is best known for the "Uglies" series, a dystopian franchise that has sold millions of copies worldwide. His works often explore themes of technology, identity, and societal transformation, appealing to both teenage and adult readers. Westerfeld's wife is author Justine Larbalestier. more

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