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To this day, I love books like people and believe that great novels have souls—
It felt like millions of them were in love with her.
Claire devoted herself to the idea that everyone is the star of a multigenerational love story. That everyone has someone, an all-forgiving and permanent home for their soul. Even more fantastically, she thought other people might care about this idea too. People with urgent, real-world problems. She thought they might want 120,000 words of her fantasy. If Claire has a superpower, it’s belief.
“Last weekend is what happens when I get stuck in a good memory. The bad ones? Those are worse than nightmares because I know my memories are real.”
“‘There’s no creature more vicious than young girls.’”
“Most people have strong feelings, then let them go,” she says. “It’s part of becoming an adult. Learning how to—lose. Bad ideas. Friendships that ran their course. Goals that aren’t worth it in the end. Growing up is giving up on the right things.”
“Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.”
Walt Whitman comes back to me: “Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling.”
Victor Hugo: “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
I never know in the moment what’s going to matter. It’s only looking back that I can tell which days counted a little bit more.
When you’re in love with someone, you don’t see them the way that you should.”
“Do you know what reading is?” she continues. “If you boil it down, what it really is? It’s giving up control of your mind. When you read my book, you lent your inner voice to me—
