Today, my self-proclaimed 26-year-old nephew (read that as 14-year-old) will share his views on what makes a good book.
It may have been more or less like pulling teeth to get him to write this. But since I said pretty please with sugar on top, he caved. What can I say? I’m the cool aunt. Okay, okay. The almost-as-cool-as-their-other-aunt aunt. Aunt. And one more for good measure, aunt. Sounds totally weird now, doesn’t it?
Okay, enough fun. On to the wise words of my nephew, a.k.a. Zeke:
