I read The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie the summer after my freshman year in college. I read the book because my favorite teacher had given it to my best friend as a graduation present. He gave me The Hours and The Moviegoer (two books!), but I wanted to be sure I read hers, too, and I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t also given me this book. I remember her telling me that he’d said something about Miss Brodie revealing something dangerous, or at least a possibility of danger, inherent in teaching.
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