I read Homer Price when I was in fourth grade, and my rebellious feelings were starting to coalesce. My mom had come to tuck me in and said something like, "You can keep reading for a little while but you need to stop when you feel sleepy." I was lost in the marvels of Homer and his donut machine until I woke up in the middle of the night with my light on and the book on my lap. I turned the light off so my parents wouldn't know, although they might have noticed I was very tired the next day.
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Date: 2007-12-22 02:42 pm (UTC)