Thinking back to how we “met,” I have to laugh. Poor was on the receiving end of one of my especially blunt and honest reviews. As I recall, I mistook her for a curmudgeonly, preachy old man with a college degree instead of an aspiring and vibrant young writer who was still in high school, and wrote my review accordingly. She took it amazingly well; in fact, she’s been known to ask for seconds. We have a deal, and I: I don’t sugar coat - I still write my reviews as if to a curmudgeonly, preachy old man, if she writes like one - and she doesn’t take any of it too personally.