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Anna and the French Kiss

This novel follows the story of Anna, a high school student who moves to a French boarding school and falls in love with a French boy. The book explores themes of identity, culture, and romance set against the backdrop of Paris. more

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Stephanie Perkins
Stephanie Perkins

Stephanie Perkins is a renowned American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often revolve around themes of romance and the growth of youth, enjoying great popularity among young readers. more

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