We Don’t Owe Books Our Loyalty
On loving The Alchemist at twenty-two, questioning it at thirty-eight, and learning that growth isn’t betrayal. I gave The Alchemist to someone I loved when I was twenty-two, convinced it would change their life the way I was certain it had changed mine. They handed it back three days later and said it felt like a greeting […]
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