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354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2011
"Someday, I thought I would like to be somebody's mysterious benefactor, too, giving gifts to someone who didn't know me, watching, from a distance, their delight."
"I hadn't ever thought about college, or traveling, or waiting to start my own family, or having anything that you could call a career as opposed to just a job. I lived my life like a meal that had been set in front of me, never asking if there were other choices or even if I was hungry."
"My face, my body, my youth - these were my commodities. I had a decent-size investment account, a nicely diversified portfolio that hadn't taken too hard a hit in the latest downturn, but it wasn't even close to being a true-fuck you money, and true-fuck you money was one thing I was sure I wanted. Money, and what it could buy, what it could do, what it could keep you safe."
"It wasn't until I'd dropped off the rental car and was flying back to NY that I figured out what else I wanted; my father's safety, his happiness, an assurance that he would not get his heart broken again."
