“The cruelest thing about reading is when you find the perfect book — the one that mirrors your life exactly. It resonates completely with your inner world, with your emotional currents — this book speaks to you. All of us, as readers, long to find that book. But we rarely stop to consider what it would truly mean if we did. It would be an annihilation, a miniature destruction of you as both a reader and a writer. Because that book — that perfect book — could have been written by you. But it wasn’t.”