When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.
What would happen if we spoke the truth?
But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.
I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.
Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.
It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.