I dreaded seeing both. I remember crying to my mom about having to go to school that year and begging her to request I get a different one.
She refused. Obviously.
I was brought up to accept my challenges and face my fears. But I digress.
That English teacher introduced the first book I ever remember reading in one sitting. I soaked it up. Honestly, I think it started my addition to reading. After that, every book I was assigned I read with interest. Problem was I read too fast to get the finer points, so even though I devoured literature, I didn't always get 100 percent on my tests.
Do you remember the first book that gave you that feeling? The one that made you sink your teeth into every book you could get your hands on?
Mine was The Whipping Boy.