I was thinking. Yeah, it wasn't pleasant, but I needed to start doing that again. While I was thinking, I recalled a moment from high school. A cool moment.
My 'Reading' teacher, Mr. Harvey (originator of the walrus mustache), assigned a book to the class. Required reading. Yeah, we all know what that means... something boring and bad. But since I had to write a report about the book, I thought I should read it.
And I did. Fast. I loved the book. Amazing.
Though I read that book over 25 years ago, I still remember so much about it. Probably because I was so shocked that I loved it so much. I still wonder if the girl found a safe place to live.
It just goes to show, you can't judge a book by who forcing you to read it.
Can you think of a book you were forced to read... and were pleasantly surprised by how much you enjoyed it?
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