Preface Foreword Intro
In middle school, I started reading
I’d been “reading” since kindergarten. It was dutiful and orderly. Point B followed Point A.
But something happened in middle school—a perfect alignment of parental support and benign neglect. The parental “support” came from keeping me stocked in Beverly Cleary, John Bellairs, The Great Brain
books, and Daniel Pinkwater. Also Bridge to Terabithia, The Pushcart War, How to Eat Fried Worms
—and the parallel-universe, one-two mind-crack of The Bully of Barkham Street
and A Dog on...