The first in an old favorite series that, looking back, may be a little rough around the edges, but still promises a ton of fun and delightful intrigue as the books progress.
I want to tell you a story. When I was a senior in high school, I took a ceramics class with a couple of my friends. It was a third period class, early in the day, and afterward we would all have to go our separate ways again to our fourth period classes. Usually, one…
I used to be very adamant about finishing the books I started. This might be due to the somewhat spiritual take I have on stories and storytelling—i.e., I took the time to step into this world, and therefore I “owe it” to the book, and to myself, to see it through to the end. Otherwise,…
