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“The fact that at the moment the distinction is being made, a young adult, as opposed to an adult, is the one reading it. In other words, I don’t entirely believe in the distinction. A great book is a great book, and it’s impossible to say what part of a person is going to connect to it.”

Quote by Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Kristin Cashore

Kristin Cashore, born in 1976, is an accomplished American writer known for her unique narrative style and profound thematic explorations. Her works are highly appreciated by both young and adult readers. more

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