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“If an object - a star, for instance, like our own sun - is eight hundred light years away from the Earth, it would take light leaving that object eight hundred years until it reached our eyes. So when you look at that object, you are seeing it as it appeared eight hundred light years ago, not as it looks today. It might not even exist anymore. Every time you look up at the stars, you are looking into the past.”

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Jeremy Fink and the meaning of life

This young adult novel follows the journey of Jeremy Fink, a curious and imaginative boy who discovers a mysterious key and embarks on a quest to uncover its secrets. The story intertwines elements of mystery and self-discovery, prompting readers to reflect on the meaning of life and the nature of reality. more

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Wendy Mass
Wendy Mass

Wendy Mass is an American children's literature author, born on April 22, 1967. Her works are known for their rich imagination and warm storytelling, which have won her great popularity among readers. more

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