Editors Note
My grandmother was a voracious reader. When she wasn’t puttering around her garden or taking care of the innumerable foundling dogs that she’d adopted, she could be found on her bed with her bifocals perched at the end of her nose, poring over the newspaper or one of the many magazines she was a fan of.

Letter of the week : NOVEL IDEA
My nickname is Neung, and I’m a 15-year-old girl. I have wonderful memories of grade 9. Every time I have a look at my friendship notebook, it reminds me of my friends, my teachers and my classroom. Unfortunately, lots of my friends changed schools for grade 10.