There was this girl I knew who I recommended to read the Catcher in the Rye my freshman year. We were frenemies back in high school, sometimes having nice conversations and joking around with each other, but sometimes at each other's throats (most of the time the latter). I told her about it and she said she would be interested.
The next year the sophomores (I was in junior English class in tenth grade) were assigned tCitR, and I asked Abbey how she liked it. She said that she had already read it and hated it. I asked her when, and she said "I read it when I was ten" in this little cute innocent sounding voice. It really pissed me off.
"Often, the best way to improve is swallowing your ego and realizing you're a terrible writer in all aspects of writing, then working to improve it." -R.U.
