I think you have an obligation to share what you know as a writer.
I grew up in Seattle, but I always knew I wanted to leave.
How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet - on the other hand - what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt.
There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
A literary achievement of the highest order.
Everybody has a world, and that world is completely hidden until we begin to inquire. As soon as we do, that entire world opens to us and yields itself. And you see how full and complex it is.