Bookends: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Literature

by Zibby Owens

On the page, I could always be me. Writing didn’t scare me. It welcomed me with open arms and gave me an outlet for the ideas and comments fighting to come out of my brain. So I turned to it again and again.

I just knew there were other girls who felt the same way I did, who were stuck inside their souls, carrying around the loneliness of their feelings without realizing their universality. I’ve been writing for those girls ever since.

Good enough would have to do. Not everything could be perfect. It was one of the most important lessons I learned at business school.

I couldn’t carry one more thing. I had to leave so I could start to heal.

Ghostwriting was the perfect career solution. It was what I’d been trying to do with my novel anyway: write about ghosts.

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