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“No. Absolutely not. I forbid it. You'll have nightmares." "She was my friend! You must allow me. Why are you so horrid?" As soon as the angry words were out of my mouth, I knew I had gone too far. "Matilda!" Mother rose from her chair. "You are forbidden to pseak to me in that tone! Apologize at once.”

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Fever 1793

This novel explores the impact of the devastating yellow fever epidemic on the city of Philadelphia in 1793. The story follows several characters as they navigate the chaos and fear of the disease, highlighting the social and political dynamics of the time. more

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson

Laurie Halse Anderson is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often explore the challenges and growth of adolescence, and are highly appreciated by young readers. more

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