I read a Baby-Sitters Club, Goosebumps, or Fear Street book once a week. I make my notes on each page and I flag any passages that I find particularly quote-worthy. I finally sit down at my computer and start writing a review. I usually have some topic from my childhood that I want to ruminate on using the book I just read.
But it’s finally happened.
I read The Mind Reader a few weeks ago. When I sat down to write this, I realized that the only thing I could remember about…