The year I was in the eighth grade, our English class had to write several book reports. Since I always read two or three books a week, that was no problem. But I was a smart-alecky little thing, and one week, just to see if I could pull it off, I decided to "make up" a book so successfully that the teacher would never know.
I picked up the novel I had used for my last book report, found a list of previous titles by that author, picked one, and used it for my next book report. I made up a bunch of stuff about the book (which, of course, I had never seen), and wrote my report. I felt rather cocky when I got an "A" on it.
The fiction that week was not in a book READ, but in a book report WRITTEN. Maybe that's when I decided to become a writer. My byline has been on articles and book reviews and other nonfiction that was published locally, nationally, and internationally — but my eighth grade book report was the only fiction I've ever successfully written.
This little girl seems as impertinent as I was. I never wrote a book report on the dictionary, though it sounds like a great idea!