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Childhood Love Never Dies: Milo of The Phantom Tollbooth

The introduction to my brooding young crush is as follows:

“There once was a boy named Milo who didn’t know what to do with himself. Not just sometimes, but always.”

From two sentences, my 11-year-old self (jaded and indifferent beyond my years) was in love. Thirteen years later, my childhood heart is still captive to the formerly-apathetic star of Norton Juster’s The Phantom Tollbooth. Now, I know what you’re thinking: isn’t that kind of creepy? Yes. And no.

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