How have books affected my life, you ask? I’ll tell ya.
When I was three years old I fell on the cement steps outside my house and had to get something like twenty stitches on the underside of my chin that would have otherwise been across my face if they hadn’t called in a cosmetic surgeon. The reason I fell was because I was hopping. I was hopping because I was pretending I was Squirrel Nutkin.
That’s right, I have a scar on my chin because of Beatrix Potter.
(Source: sabrinadivina)
Fabulous squirrel is fabulous.
How have books affected my life, you ask? I’ll tell ya. When I was three years old I fell on the cement steps outside my...
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