By Sade Tavangarian When I was 9 years old I decided I must go to Harvard-Westlake. I did not know anything prior about the school but I remembered riding the school bus in third grade and...

By Allegra Tepper Eleven books sit by my bed, commiserating about their untouched second halves, unappreciated epilogues and unacknowledged climaxes. I promise I had good intentions with every last one...