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“Alguien escribió una vez que una novela debería suministrar una serie de pequeñas sorpresas. Yo recibo lo mismo pasando una hora contigo.”

Quote by E. Lockhart

Book:We Were Liars
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We Were Liars

In this suspenseful story, a young woman reflects on her privileged upbringing and the mysterious events that occurred during her summers on Martha's Vineyard. The novel delves into the complexities of family dynamics and the lasting impact of secrets kept hidden. more

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E. Lockhart
E. Lockhart

E. Lockhart, born on September 13, 1967, is an American author renowned for her young adult literature. Her works are known for their unique style and popularity among readers. more

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