The list author says: "My three younger siblings are athletes, and the last trophy I got was for the season I ruled the T-ball outfield in a dandelion crown. I learned the pathetic way that it really IS possible to miss the ball even if it's on a tee! Quickly (mercifully) labelled a spectator, my appalling lack of hand-eye coordination forced me to perfect my book-eye coordination in an array of sunny, sweaty, and chlorine-scented locations.
These are the books I loved best in middle school, ones that I enjoy rereading as an (air-conditioning loving, workout loathing, sunburn prone hypochondriac) adult."
"My world caved in the morning after my 11th birthday when I fully appreciated the fact that my Hogwarts acceptance letter was never going to come. I recall being blindsided by the same hollow existential dread I felt when I got rejected from my first-choice university. Ultimately, things even out: the school I chose (its rival) was Hogwarts with a drinking problem (and I ain't talkin butterbeer)."