Sublime

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Books, as world-encompassing as they are, aren’t the destination; they’re a waypoint.

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It was the kind of thing she could imagine impressing her cousin: an old house atop a hill, with mist and moonlight, like an etching out of a Gothic novel. Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, those were Catalina’s sort of books. Moors and spiderwebs. Castles too, and wicked stepmothers who force princesses to eat poisoned apples, dark fairies cursing

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

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