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Oh geeze. Read this in the 9th or 10th grade. All I remember is that it was SO freaking boring that our teacher brought us in mead to taste to spark our interest. It didn't work ;)
Nowadays, she'd be tarred, feathered and fired for giving high school kids a small sip of weak wine (we had stronger every week during communion) to try to make them interested in a boring ass book.
I haven't dared pick it up again for fear of being bored stiff as an adult and having to admit I'm uncultured!
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