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	<title>Comments on: Guest blogger: Jennifer E. Smith</title>
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		<title>By: Wanda Vaughn</title>
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		<description>Jennifer, your words brought back such a memory for me!  I read Where the Red Fern Grows in eighth grade on my own.  Our civics teacher finished a little early and told us we could use the rest of class to do something quietly.  I pulled out my book and read.  And cried.  The bell rang, I left the classroom and walked down the hall, reading.  Crying.  I made it to art class, sat on a stool, finished the book.  Crying.

Since then I have avoided books about animals.  Or stories I know will make me cry.  I am such a wuss!  But sometime soon, when I&#039;m feeling emotionally strong, I&#039;ll pick up your book.  I appreciate well written books.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jennifer, your words brought back such a memory for me!  I read Where the Red Fern Grows in eighth grade on my own.  Our civics teacher finished a little early and told us we could use the rest of class to do something quietly.  I pulled out my book and read.  And cried.  The bell rang, I left the classroom and walked down the hall, reading.  Crying.  I made it to art class, sat on a stool, finished the book.  Crying.</p>
<p>Since then I have avoided books about animals.  Or stories I know will make me cry.  I am such a wuss!  But sometime soon, when I&#8217;m feeling emotionally strong, I&#8217;ll pick up your book.  I appreciate well written books.</p>
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