![]() In this memoir from Walter Dean Myers, he remembers his childhood spent mostly in Harlem, New York. Myers refers to himself as a "bad boy" for his reluctance in school (despite being placed in a special class for advanced students) and his propensity for fighting, talking back, and being privy to drug deals. A dedicated writer as a child, Myers fondly remembers his teacher who encouraged him to stick with the hobby, later of course turning it into a career. I read this book because Walter Dean Myers is a renowned author and this memoir has been on my book cart for years. It was finally time to give it a go. However, I did not enjoy this book tremendously. I found his storytelling to be a bit bland and without the kind of action and dialogue that I find gripping. On the other hand, having visited New York City and Harlem just last summer, I enjoyed how much Myers includes his neighborhood and greater Manhattan in the book.
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