I remember reading Katherine Paterson‘s Bridge to Terabithia while on vacation with my family. I was maybe nine years old, and it was far past my bedtime. Tears (and let’s get real: probably snot) soaked my t-shirt, and I woke my …
I remember reading Katherine Paterson‘s Bridge to Terabithia while on vacation with my family. I was maybe nine years old, and it was far past my bedtime. Tears (and let’s get real: probably snot) soaked my t-shirt, and I woke my …