ACK WHEN I first became familiar with Tintin, the ageless boy reporter whose exploits with criminal masterminds and rapscallions would stay me through childhood, the books weren’t so available to own. From what I could tell, the only way to find one was to wait for my father to return from a trip abroad. I’d wait by the kitchen phone every evening, hoping that he’d wake up soon so I could tell him
Tintin and the Lending Library
Sep 02, 2022
3 minutes
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