No More Chicken Sandwiches, and Other Perks of Working for Atlantic

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This sandwich looks amazing right? Well it wasn’t after 2.5 years…

I’m not going to lie. When I got the email asking if I was still interested in working for
Atlantic Publishing, my first thought was that I could finally quit my job at Chick-Fil-A. That was two and a half years of lunch rushes, broken ice cream machines, and fried chicken that would be replaced with an office job doing what I love: inspiring people with the power of books.

When I started five months ago, I didn’t quite know what to expect. While I had repeatedly told myself that a career in the publishing industry was the correct path for me, part of me was worried that I would get there and hate it. Another part of me was apprehensive about the focus on YA and nonfiction because I had never thought about either of those genres as an option. Well between you and me, I was completely wrong. I love publishing. I love nonfiction. I love the YA world.  As a kid I spent more time than I would care to admit in our school library, but let’s just say that the librarians knew my name, reading level, and the books I had already read. They even would keep new arrivals behind the desk for me to go through. I love having the chance to help create new and engaging content that will hopefully impact students like I was impacted.

As one of two marketing interns with no real marketing director above us other than the president of the company, I had an unexpected amount of freedom and a variety of tasks. Some days I would spend hours on Amazon creating ads and updating product descriptions. Other days I would do revisions for an updated edition of our massive Restaurant Managers Handbook. No matter what the rest of my day consisted of, the best part of any day was managing this blog and social media. It’s incredibly rewarding to know that people are reading the words I’ve written and being influenced by them.

keywordsThe publishing industry isn’t always glamorous or exciting. Those hours on Amazon? I can’t say that they’re my favorite part of my job responsibilities, but at the same time I love being able to physically see the impact that my work has on the company when we make a sale.  In the relatively short time that I have been here, many of the ads that I have worked on directly created over five hundred to a thousand dollars in sales.

This semester has been an incredible learning experience. I couldn’t be more grateful to Rebekah, Doug, and Lisa for providing me with the opportunity to learn and grow or to my fellow interns who made the workday so fun.

I can’t wait to continue working here full time next year! Keep reading and keep writing!

 

FINISHING MY CHAPTER WITH ATLANTIC PUBLISHING

By: Melody Wolf

My first ever internship was this past fall at the Gainesville Regional Airport. I dabbled with social media, press releases and event planning. I absolutely loved my job, but as the semester ended, I had to reroute. In a short amount of time, I found myself scrambling to find an internship, alongside many other J-School students. I logged onto the career day site and began my search for work.

I wanted a place with a good work environment. I wanted a group of coworkers who took my thoughts into consideration. And most importantly, I wanted a place that would give me the opportunity to grow. I know that as a second-year college student with minimal work experience I should not be making requests or demands or have a make-or-break checklist. But I can honestly say that working for this company has checked off every box and exceeded my expectations in every way possible.

Atlantic Publishing gave me creative freedom that I was looking for. I was encouraged to voice my opinions and interject whenever I saw fit. Every time all of the interns were summoned to the big brown conference table, I always knew I would have my time to speak… because they actually CARED what I had to say – you don’t find that too often as a struggling college undergrad.

Interning here has also taught me the importance of trial and error. We tried everything from switching email marketing programs to various A/B testing methods on social media platforms. Most of my position was structured in a learn-as-you-go format… in other words not very structured at all. There was no manual or step-by-step guide, but rather the unique perspectives of a small group of people who just wanted what was best for the company. We helped each other out, and the close proximity of our circle made me realize how important it is to have each other’s backs. We’re all in this together! *cue Zac Efron’s mediocre dance skills*

As I end my time here at Atlantic, I have to recognize a few people who helped me maximize my potential. Lisa, thank you for asking me how I wanted to approach every project. You trusted me to do things my own way, which in turn made me feel more accomplished as an individual. Doug, thank you allowing me to take on so much responsibility. I know that this company is such a prominent part of your life, and I know you would never put it in any sort of jeopardy – so thanks for giving me the chance to work to make it better.

Overall, I am extremely grateful to have had this opportunity. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a single thing. I have grown substantially, both personally and professionally. For anyone who is semi-interested in pursuing a career in communications or even marketing, I highly recommend looking into interning here for the people, the environment, and the experience. One thing is for sure, your work days and your coffee cup will always be full – guaranteed.

A Dream Job: My Time at Atlantic Publishing

By Kylie Widseth

I feel like my journey (I know, that’s cheesy, calm down) with Atlantic Publishing began when I first scrolled through the companies that would be at career day for my college.

Now, I am a journalism major, but after delving into news, so much, so often I began to burn out. I still love journalism, and I could never ever see myself changing my major. I scrolled through the list of employers thinking that was no way I would find a book publisher, my new found dream job.

I was incredibly shocked to see Atlantic under the list of employers, and I low-key stalked Atlantic on every social media platform I could find. Day in and day out I found new information about the company and fell more and more in love with everything that I found.

I had a number of interviews on career day, but Atlantic was the one I really wanted to get right.

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An actual photo from my interview, probably.

The interview was probably one of the best interviews I’ve ever had and probably my favorite one so far. The interview was fun and felt so much like a conversation rather than an invasion into “what are your strengths and weaknesses?”

I luckily got hired. I hope you already drew that conclusion as here I am writing this post.

I’ve genuinely loved every day of work at Atlantic. I was recently asked by someone what my favorite and least favorite parts of my job are. I raved and raved about the things I loved and when it came to things I didn’t like, I really couldn’t come up with anything. Now, this person thought I was lying, but I really wasn’t. I know the quote is so cheesy, but I truly believe, “choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”

I’ve always been the one in my friend group to be requested to edit papers or asked questions like “does this sound too harsh?” and I always did that for free. But now I actually get paid to edit people’s work; this is the actual dream job.shutterstock_163383425

I really love how every day of work is completely different. I get assigned so many different tasks that if I start to get burned out by looking at stock photos, I can change gears and edit a book and come back to the photos later.

One of the most fun things about editing nonfiction books is that I learn so much while editing them. Countless times I would text my parents and say, “did you know…” I’ve always known that there were so many steps in the book publishing process, but you really begin to learn and understand the many stages when working for a publishing company. I am eager for the time to come when I get to see a book I edited, added pictures to, or wrote a case study for is published in a physical format so that I can literally hold the work that I helped create.

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I’m grateful to Atlantic for everything they have given to me; I’ve learned so many things over this past semester while working here. I’m thankful that they aren’t getting rid of me just yet and that I can continue to work here until the fall when I graduate. No, I’m not crying, you’re crying.

I’m incredibly excited to see what the future holds for me at this company.

The Art of Editing, Mysterious Cats, and Phone Scams: My Time at Atlantic Publishing

By Yvonne Bertovich

During my first day in the office at Atlantic Publishing last July, the phone rang and one of my fellow interns picked it up. I thought to myself, “Obviously that must be pretty important. Probably some designer or author following up.. I’m glad I’m not the one answering.” I’m one of those people who gets all twisty inside when I don’t know the answer to something, but I’m definitely quick to admit my shortcomings. Listening in to that phone conversation provided me with my first lesson about Atlantic. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, we’re actually Atlantic Publishing.. You’re referring to Atlantic Publishers. We’ve found out that’s actually a scam company claiming to be based in Colorado.” OK, noted. I work for Atlantic Publishing — names are a big deal, people.

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Another gem from Shutterstock, but honestly not an exaggerated visual representation of these calls.

Unfortunately for us, it was a rare day in the office if we didn’t receive at least two or three accusatory phone calls (usually from older folks) asking where in the heck their magazines were. “Atlantic Publishers” (whoever they are) sends out fraudulent mailers warning magazine subscribers to hurry up and send them money because their subscriptions are running out. Due to the influx of phone calls we received, clearly a lot of people fell for it and thought it was us.

Atlantic Publishing specializes in adult and young adult nonfiction books on a wide variety of topics from taking care of worms to becoming a fashion designer. It’s truly a fascinating range. As an editorial intern, you might assume that every day of work would be about the same — but it hasn’t been. Working at a book publishing company, I assumed I’d constantly be surrounded by books, both old and new, both crisp and shiny or even sour and water damaged. Sure, we have a few books in our office, and our distributing warehouse is right on-site too, but most of my job entails a lot of computer work. Microsoft Word has quickly become my domain, even though I tried to make Pages a thing for a large portion of my life (sorry, Apple).

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I have edited and proofed and added my own bits here and there to manuscripts  for works about the Peace Corps, a massive handbook for restaurant managers, a book about John Quincy Adams, a book about the Russian Revolution, a guide for waiters and waitresses, how to care for cats, how to become a U.S citizen, how to survive long distance relationships, a guide for filmmakers, a guide to studying, a guide for new professors and new teachers, a book about living a healthy lifestyle, etc. I’m forgetting many, I’m sure. I was even able to undertake a re-write project for a young adult’s book on pet-sitting (coming soon) and write regular blog posts.

One of my favorite moments was helping interview the second-oldest Pearl Harbor survivor, Lt. Jim Downing, for a book in our historical anniversary series. Downing, who had recently celebrated birthday number 1-0-3, provided a wealth of information in a warm, yet lulling voice. You could feel how much the ordeal stuck with him. Downing, also interviewed in publications such as Time Magazine, shared a story of how he helped send handwritten letters home to troops’ families — being especially useful in narrating the words of those who were recovering in the infirmary. He even took on the painful task of gathering dog tags of the deceased and further detailing deaths to family members overseas. He knew all of his 1,500 shipmates on the USS Virginia personally, because of his position as postmaster on the ship. He’s not sure how many handwritten letters he sent, but he estimated well into the hundreds.

Like Downing, I believe there’s something very special and personal in handwritten letters. Another small project I loved at Atlantic was when I wrote thank you notes to contributors to the young adult title “So You Want to Be a Fashion Designer.” The main contributor was the winner of Project Runway Junior, and I recognized the names of several other contributors from the regular version of the show.

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Considering that I have been involved with Atlantic for roughly 10 months, the office landscape has changed in small ways (for example, there was an office cat at one point that mysteriously came and went who I lovingly named LeBron), but my acquisition of knowledge has remained pretty steady, as well as my love of sorting through hundreds of corny stock photos to find ones worthy of use for our books (personally, I think the cornier the better, but it’s all about the readers).

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One of my favorites that Shutterstock had to offer when I searched for “college students.”

Once you assume the role of an editor of other people’s work — real work that will be produced sold in the real world — it’s hard to turn this switch off when proofreading your own writing. I am incredibly thankful to have gained an even greater appreciation for the written word and yes, even good grammar.

Being an editorial intern all these months hasn’t made me into a perfect writer, no. That’s the beauty of writing. It’s ever-fluid and ever-changing. One word swap can change the meaning of a whole block of text. It’s one of those areas where there is always room for improvement. I’ll read something I wrote three months ago, three weeks ago, or even three days ago and scoff at myself, “Wow, what was I thinking.” Some people call it self-deprecation but I call it fun. Your toughest opponent in life is yourself (or some other weird slogan with an 80s aerobic gym flavor). Or, in some cool cases too, I’ll reread something I’ve written and re-inspire myself for a current project or enjoy revisiting something I’m proud of.

Working at Atlantic has caused me to be even more critical, analytical, and curious. It has reaffirmed that I’m at least somewhat on the right path to having a successful career due to the support I’ve received from my editors Rebekah and Lisa, and my boss, Doug. I’m honestly just thankful it got me out of the newsroom, at least for a while. I may be a journalism major, but I’m no newsie.

College: The Stepping Stone to Real Life

By Danielle Lieneman 

With the end of the semester coming up, that means a lot of changes for a lot of people. High school graduates are about to leave home for the first time, college seniors are about to enter the real world (although I’m still in denial about that one), and for everyone else it’s still the end of a school year and one step closer to the finish line. Has anyone else noticed that life sometimes feels like one long marathon but as you start to get closer to it, you realize it’s just another hurdle and you don’t actually get a break? I can’t be the only one constantly feeling the pressure, especially when it seems like everyone has his or her life completely figured out. It’s easy to compare yourself to others and feel inadequate, but from one terrified senior to another: it’s ok to not quite have it all set in stone just yet.

Before my freshman year began I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I do mean exactly. I had my entire life mapped out: I was going to double major in international relations and French, with a killer GPA of course, and continue my education at Georgetown and eventually work at the State Department or the United Nations. 4 years later I’m about to graduate with a degree in advertising and English, bound for the publishing industry. Things happen, plans get derailed, people change and that’s ok.

Don’t worry if you still don’t quite have your life figured out yet. That’s what college is for. You’ve always been curious about art but don’t know the first thing about it? Take art history.  Love the mechanics of things and think engineering might be for you? Join a robotics club.  No matter your passion, there’s a club or a class, or both, that can allow you to explore it.  I took my first college English class on a whim (not that I wasn’t reading nonstop before then), and now my English classes are usually my favorite classes of the semester. I’m a member of my school’s Model United Nations team even though it has no direct correlation to my career goals anymore.

Get to learning. Start exploring. College may be the first stepping stone into the real world, but it’s just that: a step.

Budgeting Your Way to a Good Time: Personal Finance

By Danielle Lieneman

Budgeting is hard. Budgeting is especially hard when your income is small and you want to do as many fun things with your friends as possible. It’s hard to say no when everyone in your friend group decides to go to a music festival where tickets start out at $150 or to eat out two or three times a week, but it’s necessary skill to have. It’s even harder if you’re like me and have more trouble saying no to books than you do food

4 years of being somewhat financially independent (@parents thanks for paying my rent), and I still don’t have it down as much as I would like. It’s important to start somewhere, and I hope that these tips help.

  1. Keep track of your spending. There are apps that keep track of what you’re budget itemized .jpgspending and give you a budget. Sometimes it’s easy to lose track of what you’re spending, especially when using a card. I find it’s easier to control what I spend if I’m using cash; it feels like I am physically paying for the item and can see the repercussions of doing so (aka I can literally see my money disappearing).
  2. Make choices. Would you rather go out to eat week to week or save up for that big event everyone wants to go to? While $5-10 expenditures may seem small, they add up and can be the reason you can’t afford to go on a fun trip with your friends later on.
  3. Apply for scholarships and grants. Everyone knows about applying for scholarships scholarship.jpgto go to college, but no one thinks about the smaller ones. If you really want to go on that debate trip to Baltimore or the senior bash at Universal Studios, sometimes clubs and local businesses have money set aside for students. This past weekend I competed at a Model United Nations conference, and because I applied for the scholarship my only costs were for food. It’s a worthwhile investment of your time to inquire about any potential scholarships to guarantee your spot on a trip.
  4. Make eating out or getting coffee a treat. Instead of regarding your daily latte as a necessity, keep it meaningful. Only go once a week and make coffee at home for when you need that daily caffeine kick. Similarly, don’t eat out for most meals. Eating out should be for special occasions, like birthdays and anniversaries, or as a reward for a long week, not an every day occurrence. Find some easy recipes online and stock up on Lean Cuisines and frozen meals from Trader Joes for those nights when you just don’t have the energy to cook.
  5. Use coupons and look for deals. Sure, no one wants to look cheap and use a coupon,coupon.jpg but if the alternative is spending an extra $3 it’s worth it. While coupons don’t seem to save you that much money, if used often enough they add up. Use a coupon that takes $1-2 off 4 times and you can buy yourself a coffee!

 

 

While the above list was by no means exhaustive, the most important thing to remember about saving money is that it’s worth it. You don’t want to miss out on fun opportunities because you couldn’t say no to that super cute dress last week, but now have no where to wear it.

For more tips on budgeting and finance, check out our book, The Complete Guide to Personal Finance For Teenagers and Students. This book is particularly useful because it is directed at teens and young adults, meaning that it’s full of realistic ways to spend less and save more.

Childhood Memories: The Velveteen Rabbit

By Lisa McGinnes

Not long ago, I made a comment to my significant other about being real – with a capital “R”. He didn’t seem to know what I meant.

“You know, like the Velveteen Rabbit . . .” I prompted. Still nothing.

“Remember how the Velveteen Rabbit was loved until he was real, and that makes you Real?” Nope.

He had never read The Velveteen Rabbit. I was shocked. I mean, yes the book was already several decades old by the time I read it as a child, but I guess I thought the 1922 classic was so classic that everyone had read it. Maybe it’s not for everyone. The language is a bit old fashioned, and it is quite sentimental (both of which are germane to its charm for me.)

The best thing about my S.O. not having read the book was that I got to read it to him; and the only thing I like more than reading is reading out loud. So I had the double pleasure of re-reading a favorite book from my childhood, and reading it to someone who had never heard it before.

From the first paragraph, I was hooked – again. They just don’t write like that anymore!

“There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. “

How can you not love that first sentence?

Maybe the reason this book speaks to me is because, as an often-lonely only child, I spent a lot of time with my stuffed animals as a little girl. I don’t remember having a rabbit, but reading about his pink sateen ears and beautiful, velvety fur still gives me that cozy feeling of being curled up under the covers with a soft, snuggly stuffed animal and a good book.

The quintessential passage is the Skin Horse explaining to the Velveteen Rabbit what “Real” means in their toy world:used toys.jpg

“Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.

 Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 

This is a love story in its purest form – the love of a child for his stuffed animal. If you think that sounds silly, don’t bother with it. But if your mind is open to nursery magic and fairies and Real stuffed animals, and you like feeling all the feels, do yourself a favor and read or re-read this short children’s classic.

 

 

 

Where the Wild Things Are, and Where They Are Now

By Yvonne Bertovich

If you’re hoping I start this off by saying, “They’re in my heart, where they’ve always been. Just like Max,” then, sorry, I won’t, and this won’t be a total cheese-ball fest (if that sort of thing exists).

For those of you who have never read Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, it was my book when I was youngin’ and I highly recommend it, just for the illustrations alone. The next time you’re in the children’s book section, pick it up. In short, the book is about a young boy named Max who gets sent to his room without supper for sassing his mom. His imagination takes hold and he is transported on an eye-opening adventure. He befriends some beasts, yet also gains an appreciation for his mom (*sheds single tear*) before returning home.

Revisiting the work made me temporarily question why I used to love this book, besides the lively illustrations, of course. In all honesty, I have always been incredibly self-aware, even in my younger years. I can’t tell you how old I was when this book posed a challenge for me.

Upon rereading the book, I was immediately reminded of my distaste toward Max. I remember thinking he was a punk back then, and I still feel this way. Granted, I got sent to my room on a few occasions when I was younger, too, one of which was because I was in a fit after visiting my mom on her lunch break at the Gap (I know, could I be any more 90s?). shutterstock_457498756For some reason, I thought I would never see her again. I remember thinking my crying was illogical back then, but it was just one of those weird things I couldn’t control. Feelings, man. My dad and Memé sent me to my room to sort myself out, and I did. I couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years old.

It was in situations like this one that makes Where the Wild Things Are so applicable. Instead of sorting through his feelings methodically (because not many young children can), Max instead dreams up a him-centered world where he has to exert bravery and cunning, yet have fun and cause mischief, too. He injects himself into an alternate realm wherein he learns that dealing with unruly creatures (like how he was acting toward his mom) is difficult and taxing.

As kiddos, and even as adults, I feel I’m correct in assuming that we’d all love to escape reality to the extent that Max did. Imagine the headlines: “Corporate tax evader escapes to exotic private island.” Well, OK, maybe that’s not that far-fetched.

Where the Wild Things Are is a prime example of one of those self-realization stories where the subject just seems to figure things out on his or her own. There’s great beauty in teaching yourself something, especially when it results in a heightened appreciation for someone or something else of value — or just life in general. I’ve spent 21 exhilarating years doing this (but had plenty of long talks with Mom, too). Thanks, Maurice, (because I feel like we’re on that level). And thank you, Max.

 

 

Catching up with the Baudelaires

By Melody Wolf

We all have that book series that defined our childhood. We related ourselves to the characters, imagining what we would do in every situation they were faced with. We day-dreamed about becoming a character’s best friend when we should have been learning about multiplication rules. We lost ourselves in the pages, but in a way also found ourselves (yeah okay – cheesy, I know). For me, that book series was A Series of Unfortunate Events.

It would only be right to focus on the book that started it all – The Bad Beginning. Rereading the first book was nothing short of awesome. I got to experience the emotions all over again – the hatred toward Count Olaf, the admiration for the Bauldelaire children, and the frustration toward Mr. Poe, who had to have been the most ignorant person of all time.

First of all, I have a confession. This was my first time reading a book in a long time. How long, you ask? Honestly, I’m probably coming up on a year since the time I’ve actually finished a novel. I know, I know – how can I work for a publishing company and not read every second of every day? The only answer I have for you is that I simply forgot how great reading is. Every time I finish a book, I find myself wanting more, but then life gets in the way. In a short period of time, I simply forget the value of reading. So when I picked up my favorite childhood book, I couldn’t help but experience that “at home” feeling again.

One thing that did not change the second time around was my feelings toward the tone of the book. I admired Snicket’s sarcastic tone, but I also found myself continually annoyed with his negative attitude. Obviously, this book is not the the faint-hearted, but it seemed as though half of the book was him discouraging the readers from reading. At some points, it really seemed to take away from the story. The narrator establishing his character is good, but the way he repeatedly inserted himself over and over took away from the storyline a bit.

Another thing I remembered while reading was how absolutely in love with Klaus Baudelaire I was. We all have that boy in a series that drives us up a wall with teenage angst. For me, that boy was Klaus. I can definitely see why I had developed such a massive crush on this boy. He was witty, caring, and undeniably courageous. Now, as a much older (arguably wiser) reader, I am filled with admiration for the middle child. I suppose it was weird reading back and realizing that it was no longer appropriate to be in love with the middle-child Bauldelaire due to our wide age gap – I don’t think I’ve ever felt so old.

Klaus was not the only Bauldelaire I remembered clearly. If I could pick a spirit animal, it would have to be Sunny Baudelaire. Throughout the whole series, she was kind of a bad ass. She did not let her age nor size deter her from becoming an important part of the sibling pack. She was determined to keep herself as well as her siblings as safe as possible, using her favorite asset (her teeth) as a weapon against any threat. If I could have half of the courage Sunny Baudelaire had, I would be in good shape. I also wouldn’t mind inheriting her cooking skills. I am a 20-year-old college student who burns water, and she is a teething toddler who can cook a four-course meal for Olaf and his acting troupe – I need to step up my game.

One thing is for sure: I carry a part of Violet, Klaus, Sunny, and even Count Olaf with me to this day. They taught me lessons that are impossible to learn in any classroom. To any parents, I strongly encourage you to teach your kids the value of a good book. I haven’t found myself lost in a novel in a long, long time, but that isn’t because there are not any good books. The truth is, some of the best childhood memories I have are on Saturday mornings – not watching cartoons, but getting lost in the lives of the Baudelaires. Read as much as you can as a child because there is nothing more nostalgic than reading your favorite childhood book twelve years later.

The Magic in Children’s Books: Junie B. Jones

By Kylie Widseth

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all. “

Just hearing that intro from almost every Junie B. Jones book makes me happy.

I chose to read Cheater Pants by Barbara Park because I think the lessons in this story can still relate to adults. Even in our daily lives we are faced with decisions of whether to “cheat” on something.

shutterstock_365175962Junie B. Jones was the first book character I ever loved. I related to Junie B. Jones because I was a lot like her. My mom raised me to be sassy, speak my mind, and stand up for myself. I’m sure my mom is reading this and hating that I’ve even said that. (Sorry Mom, but thank you for letting me by my own person.) Junie B. Jones is so much like me because she embodies a lot of those same qualities; she speaks her mind and is as sassy as ever.

Not only was I already like Junie B. Jones, but she also influenced me in so many ways. That dreadful day that I was told in 2nd grade that I needed glasses, I picked out some purple frames because Junie B. Jones had purple glasses. My favorite color was purple partly because of Junie B. Jones. So thank you to Junie B. for making the idea of becoming a “four-eyed freak” a little less scary. I would argue that the similarities didn’t actually stop there; I even have brown hair and blue eyes, just like Junie B. Jones.

Reading this book now was genuinely such a delight because I remembered a lot of her turns of phrase that she used. I found myself giggling so much because her style and her humor is still something I can relate to. My favorite quote from this particular book was, “This is the whole dumb thing with school. One minute you’re all joyful and happy. And the next minute, the joy gets flushed right out of you.” Preach the truth, Junie B., preach.

This book, as you can imagine by the title, teaches a valuable lesson that cheating is not good, cheating is bad. It’s a pretty obvious lesson but also a pretty vital lesson to teach to young children, and as I said earlier, even adults. Junie B. Jones learns that even copying someone’s homework is still considered cheating; she thinks that it’s only called cheating if it’s on a test. These are even things that we contemplate, it’s not cheating because this particular thing doesn’t matter much. But as Junie B. shows, but cheating in all types, big or small, is still cheating.

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Rereading a favorite childhood book is one of my favorite things I’ve ever done. It’s something that I think everyone should do! My friends may have judged me when I said I was reading Junie B. Jones, but then I got to tell them it was for work. But I also think that you shouldn’t have to be rereading a favorite book for any particular reason. If you can reread a favorite book now without being judged, why can’t we all just reread our favorite childhood book and be captured in that magical essence once again?