As a kid, reading was one of my greatest comforts—I was the reading on the bench at recess, sneak-reading under my desk or past bedtime kid; I wanted out, and books let me escape those claustrophobic school days. But as with most things, my reading habits and abilities have become increasingly finnicky with age. Depending on what I’m feeling or working …
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