Never judge a book by its cover, says every smart, half-witted individual that comes by you when you throw a fit of prejudice. To some extent it’s true — I’ve come across many books in whose covers I didn’t like (really) and decided not to read it, until I was forced to read it, then come to realize the goodness of it. My most famous example is none other than Harry Potter himself. With the advent of the first book, I was dissuaded from reading the book by such a snazzy lame title: Harry Potter. “Ewww, his last name’s Potter, that book must be dumb.”

I was wrong for the next 6 books.

2 months back, my future 12th grade English dictators mandated the feared antagonist of summer to be put down on us: Summer Reading Assignments. To my unlucky nature, all soon-to-be 12th graders were assigned to reading Crime and Punishment, and complete a 25-page packet containing nothing but comprehension BS, failed attempts at deep thought questions, and other useless stuff that will prove to have no use for us later in life. This can’t be happening. Crime and Punishment isn’t exactly my genre, and the fact that I have to memorize all those characters with weird-arse Russian names isn’t going to help either (now I’m not meaning to show offense to any Russians, but dang, these names are complicated-ly long!), I can already tell this book is going to suck — for me. A majority of you won’t believe me, but everyone has their own tastes — to each his own, you could say.

Somebody please comment and tell me this book is worth reading, because the title’s boring, the genre is boring, and the 25-page packet due on the first day of school is piss-boring as well. Somebody help me, I’m about to die.