Librería Samer Atenea
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Librería Kolima (Madrid)
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It all began in the fifth grade when we watched a movie called 'Skipper Learns A Lesson' at school. After the movie, we were tasked with explaining the moral of the story. This assignment was given to grades three, four, and five, with one student selected to represent each grade. To my delight, I was chosen as the representative for my grade. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to read the winning paper from the fifth grade. I must admit, the winner was very attractive, but my belief in the superiority of my paper knew no bounds. Ah, the arrogance of a bright young child. Nevertheless, winning had a profound impact on me. It made me realize that the simple act of wielding a pen on a yellow notepad was like using a magic wand to transport my thoughts from my mind to paper. Suddenly, family and friends took a keen interest in my writing and encouraged me to keep going. Looking back, I understand that this realization was the spark that ignited my passion for writing. Fast forward to adulthood, and I found solace in my quiet moments. I was somewhat reclusive, often spending my lunch breaks alone to focus on my writing. It was during these moments of solitude that I found catharsis. Fast forward once more, and I was happily married with two young teenage kids. My oldest, like many teenage boys, was, for lack of a better word, sloppy. His room was an absolute disaster. One day, as I walked away from his room, I thought I heard him mutter, 'I lost my room.' When I questioned him, he rolled his eyes and asked, 'Dad, what are you talking about?' That moment planted the seed for my book, 'I Lost My Nose.' With this book, I wanted to introduce a character that I’m sure kids and parents alike will relate to. It’s a story that touches on a universal truth - young boys always seem to lose their rooms.
