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213 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2020
“Inside of me, there’s another person, with a form all his own, moving around as he pleases. It’s like my own body has become foreign to me.”
“As I wrote in my notebook, I wondered: How many other imaginary children were there in the world? And where were they now? What were they doing? I hoped they were leading happy lives.”
Even if it's a lie, it's a place of my own. That's why I'm going to keep it. It doesn't need to be a big lie - just big enough for one person. And if I can hold on to that lie inside my heart, if I can keep repeating it to myself, it might lead me somewhere. Somewhere else, somewhere different. If I can do that, maybe I'll change a little, and maybe the world will, too.
I wondered what all those people were doing under this snow. Maybe they were shivering in a cab they'd finally caught, or making or waiting for dinner, staring out the window, commenting on the snow and sipping hot chocolate. Maybe that's what making a family is all about: creating an environment in which people make space for one another - maybe without even trying, just naturally, to make sure that nobody's forgotten.