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“-Sintiéndolo mucho, tendrás que venir. Sé que ella intenta protegerte, pero debes saber que cuando todo esto haya acabado, tendrás un hogar, muchachito. Con alguien que te querrá y cuidará de ti.”

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Book:A Monster Calls
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A Monster Calls

This book is a deeply moving narrative that delves into the emotional turmoil of a young boy dealing with his mother's illness and impending death. The story is narrated by a young boy named Conor, who is haunted by a monster that appears to him at night. The monster, while terrifying, also serves as a catalyst for Conor to confront his fears and the reality of his mother's illness. The novel is known for its emotional depth and its ability to explore complex themes in a relatable and accessible manner. more

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Patrick Ness
Patrick Ness

Patrick Ness, born on October 17, 1971, is a renowned author from the United Kingdom. Known for his unique writing style and engaging narratives, Ness has made a significant impact in the realm of young adult literature. His works often delve into complex human relationships and emotional experiences, resonating with both young readers and literary critics. more

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Book:North Haven
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