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“I, um, I thought you might want this back.” I pull out the battered old teddy bear and hold it toward him. He frowns and shakes his head and doesn’t reach for it, and I feel like he’s punched me in the gut. Then my baby brother slaps that damned bear out of my hand and crushes his face against my chest, and beneath the odors of sweat and strong soap I can smell it, his smell, Sammy’s, my brother’s.”

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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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