I think I read it when I was way too young. Or at least
tried to read it. I just remember being eleven years old and not understanding why the lottle girl in the book was so boring.
I’m not saying this is a bad book just that whenever I hear the title, those memories I have of being a little girl trying to read it and hating it are associated with it. I’ll probably try to read it again as an adult, because I know for sure I won’t feel the same way I did when I was a fifth grader!
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