I think it must've been required reading for high school students in Kansas, back in the 60s, when I was in high school.
We moved a lot and it seemed like every time we moved, the English class at my new high school was just getting around to that book. I hated it and was pi**ed that I had to read it over and over again. The last time we moved, I think it was the third time I was forced to re-read it, I... LOVED IT! Something to be said for repetition, I guess.
I’M TOO BUSY HITTING THE REFRESH BUTTON ON LATEST POSTS HERE AT FREEP TO BE WELL READ.
I’M NOT YELLING, MY ALL CAPS BUTTON IS STUCK.
I am re-reading “1984.” I had forgotten how depressing it is.
That’s how I got pregnant? I’m pretty sure it wasn’t from Ginsburg.