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Fighting the Fairytale

I am sorry Anne Frank. I don’t know you. I’ve never taken the time. In seventh grade I wasn’t in the English class that read your diary, but my friend Alyssa told me about it. She said you hid in an attic until you were caught at the end. I wouldn’t know what “getting...

Let’s Get to Know Each Other

In my house we’ve got an “orphanage lamp.” Almost holy, it’s made of stained glass and turns on with a spin dial attached to the cord. It was bought around the time I was four, and since then my brother and I have known that if anything should happen to that lamp—a...

Meet Abby: Editorial/Marketing Assistant

Ah, summer. The time of year for lying on a blanket in the park with a good book, kicking back with a glass of iced tea, and reading. Unless, that is, you’re an intern. This summer, Atticus Books is excited to welcome four interns who will support all aspects of...