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i am about to tell you the least surprising thing ever:
i was one of those kids who ate lunch in the english teacher's classroom in middle school.

her name was Ms. Costello, she was like probably 25 years old and had a specific intense celebrity crush i can't remember, and she once told us all in passing that you should put lotion on while your skin is wet and i ascribed to her philosophies so intently that i now cannot physically tolerate the sensation of lotion on dry skin.

she is important to me and i would die for her. unrelatedly, i haven't even seen her in passing in 10 years and i have no idea what she's up to.

anyway. there were maybe 3-4 girls who lunched with Ms. Costello, and we used to take books from her in-class library all the goddamn time. teacher's pet privilege pays.

this is one that we all read, like we were a love-starved pubescent micro-book club. we basically exclusively read dystopian stuff with love triangles, and we lived for it.

i loved this then (because it met my singular standard of Girl Like Me Is Adored By Multiple Hot Teenage Boys), but i reread it later and. well. didn't.

didn't reread it AND didn't love it.

but i still have the memories! <3

again, part of a project i'm doing where i tell you all i'm reviewing books i read a long time ago but i trick you into learning about me.