In 11th grade, with a mind that told me I was a Greek god and a body that looked like Jeff Goldblum 2/3rds into The Fly, I was a young man whose confidence-to-value ratio was unforgivably lopsided. In this tumultuous era of unwarranted conviction, I was exposed to The Crucible. Like any young-adult who watches … Continue reading Book Review: The Witches →