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Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen

Sarah Dessen is an American bestselling author known for her young adult novels. Born on June 6, 1970, she has written numerous books focusing on teenage girls' coming-of-age stories, exploring themes of family, friendship, love, and self-identity. Her works are praised for their emotional depth and realistic character portrayals, often appearing on The New York Times bestseller list. Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and currently lives in North Carolina with her family. Her notable works include 'Just Listen,' 'Along for the Ride,' and 'The Moon and More,' which have been translated into multiple languages and gained a global readership. more

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“If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met ... Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes. "What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked. "Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket." "You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly.”

“You could have been the one to stop her.' Her eyes were hard upon me, and she bared her teeth. They were alarmingly sharp. She shoved the turnips and beets into the bag. 'You could have been the one to free him and his power, had you not been so blind to your own heart. Humans,' she spat.”

“Go home and stay away from my grandson." "No." I surprise myself with my refusal. She stares at me for a long moment. "What did you say?" She looks genuinely shocked. I'm not sure anyone ever says no to Violetta Fiore. I cross my arms, darting a quick look at Nicolo. He is watching me with a raised eyebrow and a look of respect. Even the dog is staring at me, tail wagging uncertainly. "I won't go. Not without the recipe. I know you have it. It belongs to my family. Give it back." She rears back as though I've struck her. "Do you even know what you are asking for?" she hisses. For a moment I waver. She's right. I don't really know what I'm asking for, not entirely. I know it's half of a torn recipe, but I don't understand the history of the recipe between Violetta and Nonna Bruna. "I know enough to know that it has value to my Nonna Bruna and that you took it," I say, lifting my chin. "It's valuable enough that she says losing it ruined her life." I'm surprising myself with my own tenacity. I can't back down now.”