دانلود رمان انگلیسی “یافتن راهم” – خاطرات

If you get up in five minutes, you’ll be on time, I bartered with myself, calculating how long it would take me to brush my teeth and throw on some clothes. Half an hour later, I was still in bed, scrolling on my phone—dorm room décor, virtual campus tours, packing lists. I would start college in just two days, and my brain was buzzing. New friends! No parents! No rules! I could barely contain my excitement, bouncing on my toes and humming to myself as I got dressed and took the elevator down to a windowless conference room in a midtown Manhattan hotel. “You’re late,” the PR woman sighed, “and I’m not even going to ask if you reviewed your talking points.” I smiled and shrugged. Over the summer I’d traveled to four continents, met with nine prime ministers, and spoken at multiple events. Now I was in New York to promote Malala’s Magic Pencil, a new children’s book—six hours of back-to-back interviews and then an overnight 􀏲ight home to Birmingham, England. It was my last day of work for a while, but my mind was already out-ofo 􀏩ce. The PR rep left the room and, a few moments later, a child entered. I was about to ask if she was lost when I noticed her polo shirt was embroidered with a magazine logo and Kid Reporter underneath it. “When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?” she asked.