Yo...y alguien más

Yo...y alguien más

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M es una chica de diecisiete años solitaria y muy desconfiada, por culpa de situaciones que le ha tocado vivir. Una de esas situaciones y la más problemática es que otra M vive en su cabeza y es totalmente diferente a ella. Sí, extrañamente dos personas totalmente diferentes coexisten en el mismo cuerpo sin llevarse para nada bien. Sin embargo, M es una excelente violinista que tiene una carrera prometedora en sus manos y que está muy dispuesta a explotar, pero no sin antes verse obligada a conocer nuevas personas, que sin darse cuenta, pasaran a ser de las cosas más importantes de su vida, incluyendo a A, un misterioso chico que le atrae. Yo... y alguien más, es la apasionante novela que demuestra que no todo es lo que parece y que todos tenemos la capacidad de avanzar en la vida en el momento correcto junto a las personas correctas.
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