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by Carolyn Marcille
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Friends that I’ve made in the past decade are always surprised to find out that I was a Girl Scout. Their surprise is probably because, by the time I was in 8th grade, I was basically a textbook Goth kid. Turns out that I probably would have fit in great with this text’s titular Lumberjanes, five young girls at camp learning how to canoe, build fires, track woodland creatures…and fight monsters.
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by Joe Tell
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Spread rhymes with “red” and “dead” and those words are a big part of what makes Spread so grossly enthralling. There’s plenty of bloody, red gore and violent, horrific killing. It’s not all slice and dice, as all of the bleeding is supported by a great, post-apocalyptic narrative.
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