She talked like a woman who knew more books than people.
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She talked like a woman who knew more books than people.
I remembered less from my own life than I did from the books I read.
Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.