I was a twelve-year-old social pariah and I had probably read every Arthurian book in our (admittedly limited) middle school library. At school, my favorite lunchtime activity was sitting in the classroom of a sympathetic teacher and discussing books with her.
I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew. That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings. That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church. […]