In Maia Kobabe’s graphic memoir, Gender Queer, the author writes that e couldn’t read until e was about eleven years old. It’s a startling admission to hear from an author. You assume the love for the written word comes built in; I was reading by the time I was three years old. For Kobabe, though, the world of literature was a locked garden. E couldn’t …
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