This blog begins with a story.
The story is set in the year 2009 with me in fifth grade. At that point in life only two things mattered: best friends and popular cliques (you know those exciting days?). However, this story does not revolve around those aspects of my life. It revolves around reading, a hobby I was extremely proud of. Studying in an all-girls catholic school and concentrating on how to get more than 80%, one’s biggest flex, which made them popular among teachers and parents, was to READ. It wasn’t sad, I promise.
One day, my best friend brought a book to school. This was not like the other books I had read before. It looked different on the cover as well as inside! Up until this point, my reads comprised of Narnia and the classics, so this was new. I knew of the popular phrase: “never…
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The Life and Lies of a Dusty Poet 
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