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“Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight. Two more and I’ve won. I hear the same girl—she must be standing close by—whisper, “Come on.” On the ninety-ninth push-up, Reznik shoves me down with his heel. I fall hard on my chest, roll my cheek against the asphalt, and there’s his puffy face and tiny pale eyes an inch from mine. Ninety-nine; one short. The bastard.”

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The 5th Wave

In this gripping science fiction novel, a series of catastrophic events known as 'waves' have overwhelmed Earth, leaving humanity on the brink of extinction. The story follows a young girl named Cassie as she navigates the chaos and tries to uncover the truth behind the alien invaders and their devastating plan for humanity. more

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Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey

Rick Yancey is an American novelist known for his young adult literature. His works often blend elements of science fiction, fantasy, and adventure, and are highly favored by young readers. more

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