Here they are. The whole kit and kaboodle. It doesn't look like much but they are, in a sense, my life's work.
The first book is from 1983. I was 12.
I can't explain why I keep them.
I suppose they are a sort of comfort to me.
A release.
The first book is from 1983. I was 12.
I can't explain why I keep them.
I suppose they are a sort of comfort to me.
A release.
I've glanced through some of them since sorting them out and putting them in order. Some of them are totally embarrassing. Some are hilarious and some are heart-breaking.
One thing I've noticed in re-reading them is that, although I have changed as I've aged,
the voice is still the same.
It's been me all these years.
It's kind of reassuring since at times I feel like I don't know who I am -
that whether I know who that person is or not, it's been me all along.
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