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All I’ve ever wanted to do with my life…

…is write. One of my earliest memories is of my grandfather tucking me into bed – I can still remember the moon-and-stars pattern of my duvet – and him acting out the story of The Tortoise and the Hare with two stuffed animals, the shadows dancing against my bedroom wall. My grandfather was a complicated man, which is why he was such a great storyteller. Complicated people tell the. best. fucking. stories. Stories to make your soul bollemakiesie (somersault). But that’s a post for another day. By the time I was eight or nine, I was inhaling books at an […]