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“The fog drifted and spun, moving like steam over tea.”

“This is the day my dead grandmother told me my mother wasn’t mine. That I was a character in a story, plucked from another place”. (p. 248)

“I wanted my mom, in a way you maybe can’t ever want anyone else. It was primal and sharp and it made me feel like a needle in the haystack of a cold and terrible world. I wanted my mom.”

“... because if you’re not with the book you want, you might as well want the book you’re with.” (p. 30)