Bibliophile

…even the fantastic couldn’t quite cut it for me, because too often, the characters were concerned with some boy or how they didn’t feel beautiful or worthy enough to be a protagonist. Don’t get me wrong—I certainly felt the pressures of beauty and worthiness as a young woman. But I wanted to escape. I didn’t want the girl who could walk on water to think, there’s no way that guy who hasn’t said more than five words to me would think I was cool for walking on water. I was screaming at her.