A little while ago on Facebook (the source of many interesting surveys), I was tagged in a ‘have you read these books’ note by my sister-in-law. Â It’s a list of 100 books that most people ‘should have’ read. Â She scored 43 out of the hundred. Â I managed 13 which is just over twice the six that the BBC suggests that most people have read. Â It’s going to be a two-parter post because it’s kind of a lot to read and my opinions are only slightly interesting even to me. Â There are a couple of spoilers ahead so be forewarned!
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I am about to admit something that belies my claim to being only 27 years old. Â It’s not suddenly recalling where I was when Kennedy was shot or even Lennon, for that matter. Â I don’t suddenly remember Woodstock or the lunar landing, either. Â No, my admission is much less extreme than that. Â It is simply this: Â I listen to CBC every day.
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It is not entirely unheard of to have children in one’s twenties. Â I’m 27. Â By this time in my dad’s life, he had two kids (me and my sister). Â It is not as common to have three sons all over the age of 14 at this point in one’s life. Â In fact, I hope it is super uncommon. Â Thirteen year olds should not, as a rule, have children.