Love was the final consolation, would set ablaze the fields of my life in one go, leaving nothing behind.
To make a beautiful man love and live with me had seemed-obviously, intuitively-the entire point of life.
How could it be true that a woman like me could need a man's love to feel like a person, to feel that I was worthy of life?.
Penguin Random House Children's Uk Acts of desperation, paperback/megan nolan
