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250 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 2020
’What I find strange about growing old isn’t that I’ve gotten older...I think wahat makes me feel sad about the girls I knew growing old is that it forces be to admit, all over again, that my youthful dreams are gone forever. The death of a dream can be, in a way, sadder than that of a living being’
When I couldn’t get the sensation in the real world, I would quietly let my memory of those feelings awaken inside me. In this way, memory became one of my most valued emotional tools, a means of survival, even. Like a warm kitty, softly curled inside an oversized coat pocket, fast asleep.
"Of all of the woman I've known until now, she was the ugliest."
"Later on, I learned the hard way how shallow and superficial my thinking had been...
"She was so friendly and straightforward, though, that I was embarrassed by my initial reaction...
"It was precisely the gap between her physical appearance and her refinement that created her own special brand of dynamism. And she was fully aware of that power, and was able to use it as needed..."
"We experienced all sorts of new things together, and shared some wonderful times, the kind that are possible only when you're in your teens."