The Princess Saves Herself in this One (Women Are Some Kind of Magic, #1)

by Amanda Lovelace

the princess i was born a little bookmad. i could be found stroking the spines of my books while i sat locked alone inside my tower bedroom. all the while, i hoped my books would spill their exquisite words over the lush green carpet so i could collect them one by one & savor them like berries inside my mouth. - forever a collector of words.

when i had no friends i reached inside my beloved books & sculpted some out of 12 pt times new roman. - & it was almost good enough.

where do all the memories go, the ones we hide away with lock & key yet continue to shape us all the s a m e? - did it really happen if i can’t remember it?

there came a time when poetry showed me how to bleed without the demand of blood. - my most loyal lover.

who will i be without her?

how can i be without her?