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Novel by Harvard Author Pulled From Stores

By HILLEL ITALIE, AP National Writer 28 minutes ago

NEW YORK - A teen novel containing admittedly borrowed material has been pulled from the market. Author Kaavya Viswanathan, a Harvard University sophomore, had acknowledged that numerous passages in "How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life" were lifted from another writer. [Continue reading]

[-] It was a short rise to fame and a hard fall. Welcome to the 21st century where 'originality' can be debunked by a mouse click. Pity.

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Keshi said…
Plagiarism is sad...goshh this must be another cloner like the Keshi!

Keshi said…
yep I have a clone who goes ard leaving nasty ugly comments in my has happened for more than 2 years now...Im used to it and I dun give a damn abt him/her anymore :) Not that I can sue that specimen on the net, now can I.


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