By Hanna C. Howard
Like everything else, the nickname Red was my grandmother’s fault. My mother had a similar idea upon first seeing my wild, apple-red hair, but the name she christened me was slightly more distinguished: Ruby Gretel Ridingood [...]
By Hanna C. Howard
Like everything else, the nickname Red was my grandmother’s fault. My mother had a similar idea upon first seeing my wild, apple-red hair, but the name she christened me was slightly more distinguished: Ruby Gretel Ridingood [...]
Salutations. I’m Lourdes, and I’m a read-a-holic, thus my position on the YARN team. My blog entries, head’s up, will probably be extremely scatter-brained; I tend to have many interests. However, this being my first, I’m going to be very blunt and tell you my opinion about the re-issuing of some old school YA. Define [...]
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