When I was in grade six, we had a first-time teacher that our class basically broke. I mean, I have memories of him sitting at his desk with his head in his hands and I'm also pretty sure we also made him cry (damn horrible pre-teens). The next year he became the school librarian. That's one of my strongest memories of grade six. The other one is seeing this book on our teacher's small book shelf in that class and picking it up one day to read. I don't really much remember what it was about or what was in it, except a sort of struggle with self-identity, as well as a first girlfriend, but I figure that this was probably my introduction to YA fiction. In grade seven, I soon began visiting our school's library every day and constantly reading (often getting in trouble in class). I think that this book marked a sort of turning point in my reading obsession, and so I will always have a sort of fondness for this book.