Day Nine
A book you thought you wouldn't like but ended up loving
I have a few mental blocks when it comes to reading books. If I'm being forced to read a book, like for homework, I'm probably not going to like it. If the book is recommended to me by a teacher—even a teacher I like—I've already got it in my head that I won't enjoy it. It's a terrible disease. So you'll imagine my delight in seventh grade when we had to read four books for a class by the end of the year, and my teacher recommend I read this. I was not going to like it. Then I read the back and heard it was one of those sappy coming-of-age stories, and I just about threw it away. Faint. Nail. Coffin. Read the cover right now, it says, "A wonderful novel about mothers and daughters and the transcendent power of love." For some reason, I read it though. I'm not sure what compelled me to. And I loved it. I did have to read it, and it was recommended by a teacher, and it was a sappy coming-of-age-type book, but I loved it. That is all.
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