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Chain Reaction

In this thought-provoking book, the author delves into the intricate web of cause and effect, illustrating how one action can set off a chain of events with unforeseen and profound consequences. The narrative weaves through various interconnected lives, highlighting the complexity of human interactions and the unpredictable nature of life's unfolding. more

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Simone Elkeles
Simone Elkeles

Simone Elkeles is an American author born on April 24, 1970. Her works primarily focus on the lives of teenagers and interpersonal relationships, winning widespread acclaim for her realistic and delicate writing style. more

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“permission. You are allowed to make changes to the way you're living. You're allowed to look after yourself. You're allowed to decide what is important to you. And you're allowed to create a life with those things at the center. It's OK to go slowly. It's OK to say no. It's OK to be different. And it's OK to let go of caring about the Joneses. Just don't replace them with a new set. Instead, create a life full of things that matter to you, and watch as the world revels beauty and humanity and connection.”

“A tree is honored for the size of its fruit, not the size of its leaves.”

“It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-”