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I read this my senior year of high school, borrowed it from my Deutsch IV teacher. We used to have German Club outings (typically bowling), and after everyone would head to Herr Schneider's house for a barbecue of some sort. I'm pretty sure I was his favourite (and not in a creepy way) because I was the only one who took the time to scan his bookshelves and find books to borrow.I'd read some of this in English the summer before, but he got all hand wave-y and full of indignation that I could speak the language well enough, yet not attempt to read it as it "should be read."So I did.