Okay, so high school and my favorite side-five fantasy author, Pierce Anthony, has just come

out with the new Santa book, no librarian. She whispered to me on the down low exactly when she's

gonna put it on the shelf and I'm there. Seconds before tide shows, two bad tide shows. I snatch it up,

race home, top speed on my bicycle. Soap at the 7-11 to get a bag of better made red hot

fiber-cutated chips and a bottle of fego red pop I'm straight. Get home, coming through the back door

quiet quiet quiet. I don't want any trouble down the back stairs. Got my book, got my chips,

got my soda pop, flopped down on the couch I open. The crisp never touched pages. Breathe.

The synth of brand new book and prepare to enter a dream world of magic.

Boy, what you wasting time with? Oh, my father coming out the restroom. Um, not just just

gonna read a book, a book. There ain't no book. There's just some old trash. You need to read the Bible.

Son of a- what you say? Nothing. Nothing. Put that trash down and go clear up the garage.

Child, this is a what? What? You got something you trying to say? I got plenty to say,

but I know not to say him. That's what I thought. They're not giving me no back top.

Wow, I couted out then. I did. I have a few words now because the down stamp judgment

we probably present. Back top. I'm just gonna watch you understand. Back top. He's the very best

talk of all when you listen to snap judgment.

We begin 1994. MJ Keev is a teenage bookworm living in the hillsides of Port of Prince Hady.

MJ leaves a real-life story from a real-life time and place that references domestic abuse and gun

violence. And there's a trade in bargo on in the country, meaning rolling blackouts and gas shortages.

It also means that schools out for the time being. It gives young MJ plenty of time to hold up in

her room with her favorite activity. Snap judgment. When I was 13, I was always reading.

Reading was this way of seeing how other people lived, but also what my life could be.

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