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Out of The Easy

In this novel, the reader is immersed in the vibrant yet dangerous world of 1950s New Orleans. The story follows a young woman navigating the complexities of life in a city rife with crime and corruption. The protagonist's journey is one of survival, self-discovery, and the pursuit of a better life amidst the harsh realities of her surroundings. more

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Ruta Sepetys
Ruta Sepetys

Ruta Sepetys is an American author known for her historical novels. Her works often focus on historical events and figures, particularly those that have been overlooked or forgotten. Born in November 1967, she embarked on her writing career with a passion for history and a pursuit of literary creation. more

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