Book Lovers

Fame comes with money,” I point out. “Money’s helpful.”

“Fame also comes with people telling you whatever they think you want to hear.”

It’s one thing to accept that the person I love most is fundamentally unknowable to me; it’s another to accept that she doesn’t quite see me either.

I’m used to rats—most run away at the sight of a person, and the rest basically just hold out tiny hats to beg for bits of pizza.