I can't remember the exact title, but when I was roughly 9 years old, I read a biography of Annie Oakley and afterwards I was WRECKED. I remember running to my mom, sobbing my eyes out and her telling me that sometimes that happens with really good books.
I can't remember the exact title, but when I was roughly 9 years old, I read a biography of Annie Oakley and afterwards I was WRECKED. I remember running to my mom, sobbing my eyes out and her telling me that sometimes that happens with really good books.