Dear Reader,
When I first applied to work at The Sun, two issues were sent for me to review. I devoured them, underlining passages and scrawling in the margins between booking cut-and-color appointments for my job as a receptionist at a salon. Among my other duties, I was expected to convince customers to add on services they hadn’t asked for or to buy overpriced shampoo and conditioner. I was just out of college and didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. Even though I got free haircuts at the salon, I loved to read and was excited by the prospect of working at a place where I could actually use my English degree.
