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The Summer I Turned Pretty

This novel follows the story of a young girl spending her summers at a beach house, where she navigates the complexities of family dynamics and forms deep friendships and her first romantic experiences. more

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Jenny Han
Jenny Han

Jenny Han is a renowned writer known for her young adult literature. Her works are highly appreciated by young readers for their unique perspective and heartfelt emotional descriptions. more

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