I was twelve years old. It was right before the explosion of YA Fiction, so at my library, you either checked out books from the juvenile section or from the adult section. I had exhausted my juvenile list, so I crossed over into the adult nonfiction side.
It was there that I found and checked out The Rape Of Nanking by Iris Chang. It took me most of the summer between 7th and 8th grade to read it (including a long road trip to Midland/Odessa for a track meet), but I finished it shortly before school started back up.
There have been a few books that have changed my life, but very few that have changed my existence. This was one of those book.
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