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“Man overboard,” he murmurs, wrapping me up in his arms and we’re laughing and then the laughing dies out because who knew kissing could be like this, could so alter the landscape within, tipping over oceans, sending rivers up mountains, unpouring the rain.”

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Book:I'll Give You the Sun
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I'll Give You the Sun

This novel follows the lives of two sisters, whose bond is tested by the complexities of life and the passage of time. Set against the backdrop of a coastal town, the story delves into the emotional and physical transformations they experience as they navigate the challenges of adolescence and young adulthood. more

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Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelson

Jandy Nelson is an American writer known for her young adult literature, which often delves into the emotional and identity struggles of adolescence, resonating with readers across generations. more

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