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I do remember the first book I read and hated, and that was "The Forgotten Door", a story about a boy that falls from another dimension into our world. On his "world", there is no crime, no one lies, etc. etc. Even at a very tender age, I had a well-developed b.s. detector, and knew that the author had an ulterior motive, another agenda, going beyond the simple plot of the book. I couldn't have put it into those terms, but the feeling was there.
As long as we're being so open and honest and exploring our childhood together, you can put the Sears catalogs on my secret childhood reading list. The women's undergarment section, of course.
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