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“When we got back home, Gramps dropped me off and enveloped me in a hug. Normally, he was a handshaker, maybe a back-patter on really special occasions. His hug was strong and tight, and I knew it was his way of telling me that he'd had a wonderful time. “Me, too, Gramps,” I whispered.”

Quote by Gayle Forman

Book:If I Stay
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If I Stay

This book delves into the emotional journey of a talented young cellist, Mia, who grapples with the decision to stay alive after a tragic accident. The narrative intertwines her memories of life, love, and music with her present struggle, offering a profound look at the value of life and the power of love. more

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Gayle Forman
Gayle Forman

Gayle Forman is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on June 5, 1970, she is renowned for her emotionally rich and relatable stories that resonate with teenagers. more

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