I can still remember the first novel I had to read for school: Lettres D’Amour de 0 à 10 (Secret Letters From 0 To 10) by Susie Morgenstern. I was 11 years old at the time, and, aside from silly little things for primary school, I had never cracked the cover of an actual book before. For the life of me, I simply cannot fully remember what the book was about. But the fact that I remember it is a shock to me. Why? Because it took me about five more years to actually get interested in reading and not consider every single book assignment from junior high as a chore. Yes, I said it ‘chore’. And boy, did things change.
But I digress. Read More