I just finished reading "Chime" by Franny Billingsley.
It was extraordinary.
I read all day. I read all night.
I was not in control of this. Sometimes, I wanted to stop to eat. It was hard. I couldn't pull myself away.
I could relate to it so very well. I, too, have convinced myself I am bad. And had to re-stomp those pathways in my brain. I
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