Do you remember the summer you first fell in love? That sweet, painful agony of confused feelings that threatened to storm your 14-year old self? She made you a Byron. She made you a Bowie. She left you an arrow-struck fawn in a cold dark forest. You were different after that.

David Copperfield was the book that made me fall in love with reading. The first time I cried when someone died. The first time my heart sank when someone found love. The first time I sighed when I put a book down. The first time I didn’t want the book to end.

I think it never ended.

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