Sarah Rainone is not for sale.

There’s this story about me my dad loves to tell. Apparently, when I was a couple of years old, I would memorize all the books he would read to me, and so one time when my grandfather came over, they tricked him into thinking I could read. We were talking about this the other day when something occured to me. “Wait, so I memorized the entire book? Isn’t that, um, kind of impressive, too?”