I stole this from Bookpuddle, a blog I visit often and comment on occasionally. Thanks to Cipriano at Bookpuddle for this, which really resonates with me...then and now.
So much of a child's life is lived for others… All the reading I did as a child, behind closed doors, sitting on the bed while the darkness fell around me, was an act of reclamation. This and only this I did for myself. This was the way to make my life my own.
Author Lynne Sharon Schwartz
Monday, November 15, 2010
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