And now we shall discuss my thoughts on classic literature. Imagine, we’re at coffee shop and I’m waxing poetic about my plan to read classic lit or in this case, I’m recalling the literature of my childhood.
On Where the Red Fern Grows –
Short summary: I read this story in the seventh grade and I’m still recovering. It’s about a boy and his two loyal dogs…and a fucking fern that will make me cry. Enjoy with tissues.