I was a junior in high school
When this came out.
From the time I started reading it,
I felt addicted, and I read
Walking to the bus stop,
On public transportation,
During passing periods,
In class, book propped studiously—
And, in retrospect, probably not
Surreptitiously—
Behind the assigned texts.
I never read the sequels,
And I disliked all the author’s other novels,
But I remember the helpless and delicious feeling
Of being carried along by the story,
Willingly and completely.
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