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“I can't believe he even has to ask. I would go anywhere. "Yes," I tell him. It feels like nothing else exists outside of that word, this moment. there's just us. Everything has happened this past summer, and every summer before it, has all led up to this. To now.”

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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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