Winter
Even reading English from 1700’s was very different.
“It’s fairly short.”
Snorting, I grabbed the book and glared at it. “Yeah, but…it’s…”
“A classic?”
“Hard. The Sorrows of Young Werther isn’t just some YA love novel.”
Mr. Penn raised an eyebrow at me. “Then you can’t do it?”
Cursing under my breath, I slammed it down. “Fine. End of October I need to be able to read…how many pages?”
“Until I say stop and start wherever I say, so you don’t just memorize it.”