I’m biased. Again.
This time, it’s because Andreas was my brilliant creative nonfiction teacher back at UBC. He was so supportive and enthusiastic and helpful that I really credit him for inspiring me to write a memoir after taking his class, which I hadn’t considered prior. So of course reading his spectacularly written memoir about his stint in prison was a well documented, exciting journey.
And if you’re wondering, that’s me with my high school cross-country sweater. Which is actually too big for me. Go figure.
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