If I had grown up in that house I couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon . . . . The very colors of the place had seeped into my blood.
Donna TarttThe books I loved in childhood - the first loves - Iโve read so often that Iโve internalized them in some really essential way: they are more inside me now than out.
Donna Tartt