So Andrew is reading the Vladimir Tod by Heather Brewer (he likes vampires of the non-sparkly variety).
He finished Ninth Grade Slays last night and was paging through Tenth Grade Bleeds this morning before he tucked it into his binder. He looked up at me and said:
“These books are written in third person point of view, but it feels like first.”
Ah, the observations that make a writing mother’s heart flutter.
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