So even as a kid, this book made me viscerally uncomfortable. I related a lot to Mallory, as a klutzy, glasses-wearing, braces-having redhead who wanted to be a writer (and by the way, Ann, thanks for telling me in every Mal book I was ugly. And you didn’t even know I was fat!). But in other books, even when I thought Mal was being stupid, I
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