You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until t — Meg Medina
You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until t — Meg Medina
You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until t — Meg Medina
You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until t — Meg Medina
You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until t — Meg Medina
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You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until the cover fell off, the book you read hidden from your mother. What an honor to hold hands with a child's imagination in this way.

— Meg Medina
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