I’m having a revelation. All the books I was supposed to read in high school–but didn’t–are SO GOOD.
So far this year I’ve read The Great Gatsby, Of Mice and Men, and just cracked open To Kill a Mockingbird. All books I was assigned in High School.
Maybe my teachers did know what they were doing. And, I suppose, if they hadn’t assigned them, I wouldn’t know about them now. So… thank you? I’m sorry?