Have you ever HATED a book? You know from past posts that I have.
But the first book I can remember ever truly feeling mad about came much earlier in life.
Thanks to an October birthday and my elementary school’s rules for kindergarten enrollment, I was one of the youngest members of my class throughout my education. As a result, I was always among the smallest in stature, but my personality was pretty large. I was a pure extrovert. Continue reading