When I was Justin Bieber age I read a lot. Hauls from weekly library visits were mingled with Total Girl and Creme magazines. Thankfully I never made the leap to their older sisters.
These magazines are like cheap chocolate; nom to sickly quickly. The lip gloss and huggable boys seem rather harmless. And maybe they are. But they did not help shape the person I want to be. I want to dress up and read literature. Not doll up and read Facebook.
Now I read Frankie. It's quite a communal experience. When I'm done it goes to a friend, my English teacher and my bookshelf to be enjoyed later. Although I wish I had read something like Frankie when I was twelve, I know I wouldn't have accepted it. Fluff though it was, it was pretty pygmy puff fluff.
I have decided to expand my personal library and read more. I shall see you trolling the second hand book sales.