She’d never spent entire days lying on her bed reading, entire nights making up complicated stories in her head. She’d not dreamed of willing herself into Anne of Green Gables and Jane Eyre so that she might have real friends, friends who understood her thorny desires and dreams. How could she spend her days – her life – ushering books into publication but not love them in the way that I did, the way that they needed to be loved?
-Joanna Rakoff
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