She told me to never go anywhere without a book, a bathing suit, and a sweater.
What’s so cool about Grandma is that she’s the only one who knows I’m bisexual.
Maybe feeling for a minute that I was a prize—so obviously devoted and still sort of pretty, even.
I know the friendships I’ve made in the TW community will stay with me.
Not all critics rival Harold Bloom’s elephantine pomposity, but I’d rather read a book myself first.
