I read books like yours when I want to live more deeply in it. When I want some discomfort to remind me that we all experience uncomfortable things and live through them. When I want to feel things more honestly.” My tone is light, but when I look at him again, his expression is strangely serious. “What?” I look down at my half-eaten meal, my thumb rubbing against my ring. “That might be the best thing anyone has ever said about anything I’ve written,” he says softly.
