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You learned more by listening, and by speaking less your words tended not to come back to bite you.
“They were sixteen and even the snow was happy that morning, falling soap-bubble light and landing on cold cheeks as though the flakes were gently trying to wake someone they loved. She stood in front of him with January in her hair, and he was lost.”
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
“She got lost in my heart, I think. Couldn’t find her way out. Your grandma always had a terrible sense of direction. She could get lost on an escalator.”
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
Beccy’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Beccy’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
1,359 books
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168 friends
337 books
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14 friends
1,135 books
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104 friends
707 books
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47 friends
102 books
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17 friends
1,131 books
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94 friends
214 books
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33 friends
465 books
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189 friends
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