Dear friend,
I did not grow up reading. Did you? As much as I’d like to present myself as the writer who spent her childhood reverently reading, books were hills I did not want to climb. My sister, just fifteen months my senior, read quietly, voraciously, rapidly through series after series, following plot lines and characters. But I…
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