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Why I Write

I remember the first book that piqued my interest in reading. It was Kristy and the Snobs, The Babysitter’s Club series #11. I got it for Christmas as part of a box set. I can still remember the pink cover with Kristy and her poor old dog—a collie. SPOILER ALERT—The dog dies at the end (doesn’t that just break every rule?), and Kristy bonds with the snobs over it. Or something like that. It’s been at least twenty-five years, so it’s a miracle I remember that much when I can’t even remember what I wore yesterday. Except I could probably tell…

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