So every once in a while I like to take a trip back in time and read something that I've read before. Sometimes its something that I read in High School and hated (mostly because I was an angsty kid and hated everything the teachers told me I had to read), but sometimes I go back and read something that I loved as a kid. This results in a few realizations: The first is that I didn't have great taste as a tween. The second though, is that through the simple storytelling, the middle school feelings, and the #deep lessons of the story, they aren't really all that bad. It's fun to look at them through the lens of an adult. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The premise of the story is that while she is drinking milk during lunch, Janie comes to the realization that it is her face that is on the milk carton. That she was in fact, kidnapped. I can tell why I wanted to read this as a kid. This was probably the gateway drug into my true crime obsession, even th...
Scary Ramblings.